Lyrics:
just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
I feel like a bird nigga with no wings
I'm stuck in this
pam the shortie
She said dinner by 12 came around by three
We both don't give a fuck, only Givenchy
All black Saint Laurent suit am trynna keep it low
[Intro tune]
This is an SCG3 Special Report with Sam Romero.
"Good evening, I'm Sam Romero. We continue our special rapport now on the so-called
This is an SCG3 Special Report with Sam Romero.
"Good evening, I'm Sam Romero. We continue our special rapport now on the so-called monster
Theres a bunch of birds in the sky
And some deers just went running by
Oh the snows pure and white
On the earth rich and brown
Just another sunday
and the jewelry
Three weeks later, I'm at the P-A-D
Had a little fly ass bitch wit me
Sittin' in a dig, yo it couldn't be
(What up G?) Saw my face on TV
three miles before my first sip, took a shower and a pot of cafe black
Little bit of coffee for the breeze, bela root on the flute, babe ruth up to bat
back, with his gat, now that's dope
We got three minutes, nobody seen shit
Somebody might have heard shit
Singing on some Martin, were my momma bird shit
and pistol by his side
Hey, hey, hey hey
He rode till he come to Miss Mousie's door
Hey, hey
Rode till he come to Miss Mousie's door
Hey, hey
Rode till
Deep in your mental
Flesh'll get your best
Shoulda made you realize
I stay thirsty by the flesh
It'll be test to try me
Little bit on the front
In
to the sky
Waving as the birds fly by
In your eyes I see the why
Happiness we can't deny
[Chorus]
Sunflower dreams everyday
In the sunlight we will stay
Let
don't fake none
Millions by the Mason
Shit, money I'ma take some
Ask P, he know that Fox gettin' nasty
Little sassy ass, 'bout it 'bout it
Hoes
Ye ye, ye yey
Na na, na na na na, don't you worry
Rise up this morning
Smiled with the rising sun
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Blue bird singing
Hiding in the bittersweet
Big trees growing been here a lot longer than me
Strumming that guitar charli girl resting by my feet's
a bird's mouth
It's only one and I'm already on the 3rd house
Baby seizing upper side 'cause I don't wanna make it hot
'Cause if they pull me over,
3
Right now it's me time
A little time for myself, me time
Oh yeah, right now it's me time
Don't want no one else now, me time
B**** please don't call
Three little birds, sat on my window.
And they told me I don't need to worry.
Summer came like cinnamon
So sweet,
Little girls double-dutch
Crumblin' another tree
Pipe in the dime piece
Shootin' the birds, sprayin the bees
Serpentine tendencies
Hold tongue before you mention me
Seekin'
Turning violent overturning armored cars up by the station
Dictator dragged out by the hands of his own nation
Flock of little blue birds doing social
came through the port
Live by the code die by the code
so much cane done came thru this city we named 40th street Bird Road
Who made Opa-Locka? Who knows
Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies?
Five sparrows for sale, two pennies gone.
And yet not one of them birds is forgotten by God.
Five
you came from?
Neck and wrist laced up, very little make-up
The Schwinns at the Reebok gym tone your frame up
Is sugar and spice the only thing that
Bigger house, 10,000 dollar purse fam
She let you in, she wanted rent by the 1st man
She the ring leader in a clique of birds
And they shadowy, like
(Verse 1)
In the kitchen, sunrise bright,
I was cookin' up some greens last night.
Used a little herb to make things right,
Cannabutter sizzling,
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