Birdie

Let's get it Aye Aye I don't write rhymes I write rants In home to manage my time and finance Still on the grind still on my own job Settin up finna go off on em at slight glance Drivin down the block swerve over holes raw Cuz I'm in that back street tryna dodge some road laws Hear speculation and "who's the GOAT?" talk Born a different breed that's cut from cold cloth Time to let the song speak (Birdie, bird out) You ain't know? Better call somebody like Road Dogg With the Billy Gunn on me (Birdie, bird out) Yell for backup don't matter ya both lost Raisin hell on the peanut gallery that's stalkin me Disregard the talk it never mattered if they salty b Set a show date, smoke a blunt and its good Number 1 in the hood like an Aqua Teen Catch me on the green hittin (Birdies, bird out) Feel like I'm Tiger Woods back in 2018 with the (Birdies, bird out) Back up in the day I never had shit So I never tell these motherfuckers when I have shit Seem like foreign language or I'm speakin with an accent When I say I got labor pains, they don't understand shit Posted at a shift be like a 12 hour practice Dodgin all them troubles, if I slip, it get graphic Fans steady askin, he the main attraction? What I do is magic, I'm a wizard, Daniel Radcliffe From the rap shit to the beats playin off the machine I'm the head of the table so acknowledge my reign Please don't try to kill the vibe with them cocky complaints That'll get em treated quick with a pop to the face Put a stop to niggas throwin air punches til they liked enough Throwin up facades coupled up with over rhymin tough Over stuntin on a local artist that be climbin up Rappers need to do the Stacy Dash and lighten up Catch me on the green hittin (Birdies, bird out) Feel like I'm Tiger Woods back in 2018 with the (Birdies, bird out) (Birdie, bird out) (Birdie, bird out)