Lyrics:
memory and toast to Eminem
Cause he, gave me the shit that I needed on Documentary
Keep it real with myself, I got murdered like John Kennedy
But that
and toast to Eminem
Cause he, gave me the shit that I needed on Documentary
Keep it real with myself, I got murdered like John Kennedy
But that was cool cause
hustling known shot caller
[TQ]
Yeah yeah
When I came through dippin'
In the Bird Benz
With the Birdman and some Bird friends
I got big wheels
we ball harder
I am the Birdman, and I be J.R-ah
Now as I recline behind my desk
I ain't got a lot of Nikes, but I got a lot of checks (money)
Cuz I ball hard, no ***** we ball harder
I am the Birdman, and I be J.R.
Now as I recline behind my desk
I ain't got a lot of Nikes, but I got a lot
her home and I fuck her on a thousand hundreds
Then I shoot the nasty bitch in the mouth for nothing
I say, "Birdman, Birdman what's good today?"
We
her home and I fuck her on a thousand hundreds
Then I shoot the nasty bitch in the mouth for nothing
I say, "Birdman, Birdman what's good today?"
We
'cause you can get shot
The Crystal absolute on the rocks (on the rocks)
Ey nigga I gotta stay fly money
No baseball player I got the a-ride money
I go
shoot the nasty bitch
In the mouth for nothin'
I say Birdman Birdman what's good today
We ain't never let them niggas
Take our food away and we recognize
your strings cause you can get shot
The Crystal absolute on the rocks (on the rocks)
Ey nigga I gotta stay fly money
No baseball player I got the a-ride
and glistenin'
Ya don't won't my position, I'm spittin facts
Couldn't relax, the whole time I had weight up on my back
Be black goin' back, I got pistols
miss Gladys, your son new mission
Birdman daddy, no divin for fishes
Until you ducks, I'm stackin my riches
Brought mami to the mall and she ball wit
my son I give it all to him
(The Birdman junior I'm the son of a stunna)
Mannie Fresh, Jazze Phezzy this our summer
500 Degreez got rich off the four
Santana, what's good, Roc-a-Fella
Birdman
Fly, to hood near you
Then they got 'em cheap (whoo!)
(Yeah, ya know, ya know)
Get that call out one more
down and Rest In Peace to all my dead partners
I smoke by the pound in like a week, and fuck the Weight Watchers
Got my self a brand new triple-beam,
Yes pineapple Sunkiss, baby
Laced up uh huh
Yeah, all these hoes ain't nothin' but hoes
I got a few college bitches
And a couple of pros
I cut 'em
In my life
Pastor I's in Birdman's place
I'm speaking to Dwayne
Looking through Christ eyes
And can't help but see pain
But Jesus can help
Weezy
Lil' Birdman junior
Holla at ya nigga
I fuck around and throw a bottle at you, nigga (bitch)
I'ma big pimp I throw a model at you, nigga
and glistenin'
Ya don't won't my position, I'm spittin facts
Couldn't relax, the whole time I had weight up on my back
Be black goin' back, I got pistols
can't knock the hustle (alright)
But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen
And my Jake but I put more D on me
Lil' Weezy Wee gon' eat
loosen up your strings cause you can get shot
The Crystal absolute on the rocks (on the rocks)
Ey nigga I gotta stay fly money
No baseball player I got
for fuckin' over one of these niggas)
On the grind, tote a nine, do your thing, nigga (fuck ya)
Well, I'm a 17 nigga, got that Hollygrove in me
for fuckin' over one of these niggas)
On the grind, tote a nine, do your thing, nigga (fuck ya)
Well, I'm a 17 nigga, got that Hollygrove in me
money comin' slow, you better think quick
Rap game, so much fuck shit done
That's why this .45 in my Trukfit trunks
Fuck a skateboard, I went and got
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