For The Birds

I'm just countin up on this beat Flexed up on em like a gym I remember bumping wiz and juicy j as a lil kid Everyday I’m coming home log on livemixtapes And datpiff Now I’m grown as hell and smoking on this gas until I lift Til I lift I keep it sealt Cause a contact get you filled If I roll a eight right now I probably smoke out a whole gym If I walk by with these diamonds probably take his bitch from him I make jokes but please don’t try me all my folks gone ride the wheels All my folks gone ride for me That’s friends and friendly Ion mess w nobody And don’t nobody mess w/me I keep to myself And none else I’m Peaceful, humble and patient But most importantly I’m paid Damn I’m stupid paid I don’t know how much I spent today Niggas they gone hate But the bitches they gone andale I just elevate Only 6 months in I got it made I articulate And for that a nigga getting bank F*ck all these niggas I’m tryna get money I’m smelling like onion Because of the Russian Bet my lungs ugly My pockets disgusting They filled up w cake Like a bakery oven I need a dozen And times it a dozen Then add extra zeros And stamp it wit commas Did it for momma Cause I don’t trust no other ppl They so full of shit like a plunger