Birds View (feat. Trubeatz)
Looking to the sky I got big plans
Birds view, got the world in my wingspan
Shooter by the side, he my hitman
And yo shorty wanna fuck me, she a big fan
Money Money Money isn't everything
But I'm married to the paper with a diamond rang
I could never settle from my better dreams
Cuz looking at the record guess we had the better team
Oh now you see a theme
Cold-blooded not hanging with land mammals
You niggas just can't handle, the infinite
Got me planning funerals just by the way I'm killing it
On my supervillain shit, now I'm raising panic, and it's marvelous
I'm not the man of steel but I don't think that he as hard as this
Might make an example with the hostages
Breaking every pinky since you never keeping promises
Imma-Imma-Imma run it up like the flash, double back cuz you sitting in the last place
Flick-Flick-Flick my wrist till it burn out, if I catch him lacking that might be his last race
I just put another trophy in the glass case
Keep the money longer than my resume
I might hit the dash on the interstate
Got me throwing hands signs like its anime
Every single verse is a Death Note
Turning every instrumental to a deadbeat
Whats a Beast Boy to a Deathstroke
Silly nigga had to put him on the spreadsheet
Ugly habit we clapping with automatics
Boy don't-Boy don't be dramatic the money flip acrobatic
It's a different type of story when you in the war
Speaking on it but you don't know what you in it for
Looking to the sky I got big plans
Birds view, got the world in my wingspan
Shooter by the side, he my hitman
And yo shorty wanna fuck me, she a big fan
Money Money Money isn't everything
But I'm married to the paper with a diamond rang
Never gonna settle from my better dreams
Cuz looking at the record guess we had the better team
I got a better team, but I'm solo
I got bigger dreams, my thoughts global
Like bullet arena, coming blindfold
In the cold where you see enemies fold
In the cold where you see the bullshit
I had to tell myself go get ya money boy get rich
On the low, I be talking my shit
I had to tell myself don't waste your time on a sick witch
Mary Jane, that's who I talk to
Mary Jane is not a drug
Survive the rain if you want to
Or you feel the pain from the love
Don't want the fame, only hall of fame
Only getting paid, bank full of double dubs
We gotta fly
We gotta fly
Birds View
Birds view, got the world in my wingspan
Shooter by the side, he my hitman
And yo shorty wanna fuck me, she a big fan
Money Money Money isn't everything
But I'm married to the paper with a diamond rang
I could never settle from my better dreams
Cuz looking at the record guess we had the better team
Oh now you see a theme
Cold-blooded not hanging with land mammals
You niggas just can't handle, the infinite
Got me planning funerals just by the way I'm killing it
On my supervillain shit, now I'm raising panic, and it's marvelous
I'm not the man of steel but I don't think that he as hard as this
Might make an example with the hostages
Breaking every pinky since you never keeping promises
Imma-Imma-Imma run it up like the flash, double back cuz you sitting in the last place
Flick-Flick-Flick my wrist till it burn out, if I catch him lacking that might be his last race
I just put another trophy in the glass case
Keep the money longer than my resume
I might hit the dash on the interstate
Got me throwing hands signs like its anime
Every single verse is a Death Note
Turning every instrumental to a deadbeat
Whats a Beast Boy to a Deathstroke
Silly nigga had to put him on the spreadsheet
Ugly habit we clapping with automatics
Boy don't-Boy don't be dramatic the money flip acrobatic
It's a different type of story when you in the war
Speaking on it but you don't know what you in it for
Looking to the sky I got big plans
Birds view, got the world in my wingspan
Shooter by the side, he my hitman
And yo shorty wanna fuck me, she a big fan
Money Money Money isn't everything
But I'm married to the paper with a diamond rang
Never gonna settle from my better dreams
Cuz looking at the record guess we had the better team
I got a better team, but I'm solo
I got bigger dreams, my thoughts global
Like bullet arena, coming blindfold
In the cold where you see enemies fold
In the cold where you see the bullshit
I had to tell myself go get ya money boy get rich
On the low, I be talking my shit
I had to tell myself don't waste your time on a sick witch
Mary Jane, that's who I talk to
Mary Jane is not a drug
Survive the rain if you want to
Or you feel the pain from the love
Don't want the fame, only hall of fame
Only getting paid, bank full of double dubs
We gotta fly
We gotta fly
Birds View
Credits
Writer(s): Rajuan Boyd
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