Bird

Uh, yeah

Bass, clap, bass, clap
I'm a real MC bout to mark the map (Mark the map)
You sucka MCs go and take a nap (Take a nap)
Cause I'm coming for you hoes, you better watch your back (Watch your back)

Nah fuck that shit, you ain't on my level
When I laid these rhymes, I put the pedal to the metal, but
I just want to, I just want to be like you (be like you)
Man, get off my dick, you're starting to feel like glue

Been a long time coming, but now that I'm stuntin
I'm a leader of the race and I'll never stop runnin
You ain't even start, but your heart's already pumpin (Already pumpin)
Bout to travel the globe, but that shit ain't even nothin

Nothin like riding bikes through the town at night
Pulling up on a brotha, at the next red light
Look through the window, he got a watch alright
Like ugh, you better not put up a fight, uh

Run it, run it, but don't become it
Fuck around and go to jail, watch your whole life plummet
Roll down the summit, uneasy stomach
Lookin back at what you did like, now you've done it (Yeah)

Done it, done it, man, I've done all that
Pulled out the gat and put a hole in your back
Walk to the register and put the money in the sack
Yeah you probably think I've done that just because I'm black

Well fuck that, I've got a lot in my lap
Got a pretty huge dick, and a couple of stacks
Riding through my city, in a Cadillac (Never had one)
Going home to a girl, with an ass that's fat (Yeah)

Too much for you to know what I've been through
Can't walk in my shoes to see my point of view
I'm way too high, far up in the sky
Higher than fireworks on the fourth of July

Lifting off the ground to take a look around
This ain't a regular sound, it's so profound
Probly gonna take my cash and buy the store
Probly gonna make you wanna ask to hear some more

Cause it's probably the best you've even heard before
Spittin lyrics so heavy, you're head'll hit the floor
From the bottom to the top, now watch this shit go pop
Off the top, knock knock, stop, it's the cop of hip-hop, uh

Verse two, verse two
Let's get it
Uh
Yeah

I'm up way late, I get off work at eight
Shit I'm so great, they call be overweight
Cause my money so heavy, I strap it to my belly
In the back of the deli, picture of Machiavelli

Politickn for hoes, that shit is all you know
While picking your fro and lighting up the dro
Although, that shit got me lit
Making me want to commit to it but it will get me knit in a bit

Of trouble on my ass, lickety-split on the double-fast
Saying fuck the hustle, I'm a show you my muscle
You wanna get in a tussle, I'm gonna need a shovel
For your body, I'm so naughty, fucking you up like John Gotti

Leaving you all stiff and rotten, fight you never wish you got in
Begin my reign to claim my fame to this game
I'll shame your name displaying my flame, my steez
Can't step to these, 100 degrees, step out I need a breeze

Uh, yeah, wooo

It's like this though, I'm tired of folks
You know what I'm saying, I'm tired of folks

Step out I need a breeze
Uh, yeah