and I can play the healer Shit is only gettin' realer, baby haven't you heard That the bird, bird, bird, yes the bird is the word It go one for the trebble
a step before runnin', yeah Take a breath now before you die When you work the streets, darlin' Make sure your sneaker laces, they get tied I be your black bird
The potential to be the first black President iTunes, download me in every resident Early, I skip breakfast Nigga be on his grind like he need new brake pads We in the hood like black
weather, short sleeves with my toes out Nine-six, Big showed me what to do But deep in my heart, this is 'No Way Out II' I spend absurd money, private bird
hoe in me, These niggas takin all these shots but ain?t no holes in me, So what you shootin at niggas you ain?t hit shit yet, Jus check my black tee
nut Chi-Town freak hoes, cold as a b-tch though Came in a trench coat, took it off, beach clothes Get naked, right this second Girl you ain't nothing but a bird
baller habit smoking mase is what you facin' when you hate no rehabilitation for the monkey on my back hundred thousand dollar stack yearr aint heard, used serve five bird
wildin? since 13 Soon niggas get in line if you wanna mirk me Lets take it to the streets Where I started it Where half the city wanted for murder charges there I?m dressed in all black
much. And when im at the bar I be lookin like a star, I dont pull out cash I be swippin' credit cards, like Visa or Master Express or black ones. They
, thank you, thank you, please hold your applause 'Fore I just apply logic keys, keys open doors Now I'm balcony, opera, black tux, binoculars, black
Vietnam shit Flat-lining all you cats up in a long wiz Out-of-towners, proper heavenly father, you know the song, bitch Thug war, jet-black cats kick
bottle, Magazine star datin' nothing but the models, Money piling up you would think I won the Lotto, Cash rule everything around me that's my motto, All black
millionaire, yo, yo) Got money to blow Richer than the richest We certified gettin' it CM, YM, Cash Money business Higher than the ceiling, fly like a bird
'm like what are we to do with a house with no roof look up and pray to whose above you God, yeeup, now just look in your seat, black people, white people
31st Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh [Rick Ross] Big black
and cock it, and hit them niggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh Big black
say (We the future) It's a beautiful day I'm free as a mother fucking bird I swear Dissappearantly in air There go game nigga where Hosted on the block In the black ass In that all black
Now let me brush off my Pumaa??s. This is for the early birds and the late bloomers. My fitted ****** and so is the boomer. My money aina??t funny, but