Bird's Eye View

Lets do this man for real

We smoke big blunts, cigars, it's us

It's obvious, kids, we regulate up shit moving through brush

The beats is grim, the ambiance plush

The speaker won't bang, the sneaker won't lust

Snitches wish dead, the eagle gon' bust

Catch you in the wrong spot, you dust

Statik ill, bring the havoc, this is magic

Fake niggas flee out, fly out the mouth, I get you gatted

Sports cars, reendorsed yards

Everybody four stars, ray like forty jewelry gaudy

Your creature game corny, I eat your dame, you hop up on me

Head off the rip, grab the whip, rest maturely

Hanging around the vets in the sweats

Since '97 we was rolex-ing the extra

Fuck around a hundred texts

Flash flex, cash, drugs, money and sex

Dumb check smashing

Watching the game from a bird's eye view

They say it's hard to keep trust so my third eye grew

Chakras open, binocular scoping, sour smoking

Hoping my best buzz ain't in it only for the tokens

Cause they say if who you joking with, chokin' potent with

Tag team the joker chicks, the ones who do some bogus should

Act cool on the strip, but want to put two on your hip

Macking jewels in your whips, booming your hits, screwing your bitch

Froze under my toes, bitches where my penis is

Kicking it since the womb, now you see what the fetus is

And what the fetus is? Would these niggas feed us shit?

Rob a nigga for his number 2's to put my feet in, shit

Flow slippery, rise to the tippity top

I'mma make hot drops, make snakes history

Dreams of living civilly in sicily

Laughing with a fan like

It's the elephant in the room

Created by a collision of the sun and the moon

My sonogram was an image of a gun in the womb

That was soon to be doper than heroin in a spoon

I'm astonishing, honestly my future looking promising

As my skin tone and a crystal clean onyx is

Darker thoughts let the beats break like a amish's

I'm a stroke of genius like mickalene thomas is

Hip-hop and body rocking and doing it dude

I am the living definition of improving the groove

I use the same tools to shoot that kubrick used

Take your hero to the river, give them two b-rick shoes

Who lose? If you really ain't nobody till somebody love you

I say you ain't nobody til they speaking highly of you

And what I'm sure you wouldn't want is any kind of trouble

Unless you got a crash dummy or a body double

You got a couple homies down to catch a homi- for you

Well I'mma fold niggas into origami for you

The most notorious, poet laureate

Whole story is glorious, stoic warriors

And I got my eyes wide open on you quasi-

Haters still smirking like the gators on an izod

Lacoste, y'all tomato head niggas are

Imposters, long drawn out process

Triple og's got a worn out conscience

Reminiscing to when we was all out monsters, on

Our sierra leone reigning tyranny

I strike fear in their hearts, rappers stear clear of me

Black sankofa, ayatollah, range rover, games over

Bill folder, give niggas that ebola virus

Huh? You got me chopped like miley cyrus

Naw, I'm on your block with somali pirates