Birds View (feat. Trubeatz)

Looking to the sky I got big plans Birds view, got the world in my wingspan Shooter by the side, he my hitman And yo shorty wanna fuck me, she a big fan Money Money Money isn't everything But I'm married to the paper with a diamond rang I could never settle from my better dreams Cuz looking at the record guess we had the better team Oh now you see a theme Cold-blooded not hanging with land mammals You niggas just can't handle, the infinite Got me planning funerals just by the way I'm killing it On my supervillain shit, now I'm raising panic, and it's marvelous I'm not the man of steel but I don't think that he as hard as this Might make an example with the hostages Breaking every pinky since you never keeping promises Imma-Imma-Imma run it up like the flash, double back cuz you sitting in the last place Flick-Flick-Flick my wrist till it burn out, if I catch him lacking that might be his last race I just put another trophy in the glass case Keep the money longer than my resume I might hit the dash on the interstate Got me throwing hands signs like its anime Every single verse is a Death Note Turning every instrumental to a deadbeat Whats a Beast Boy to a Deathstroke Silly nigga had to put him on the spreadsheet Ugly habit we clapping with automatics Boy don't-Boy don't be dramatic the money flip acrobatic It's a different type of story when you in the war Speaking on it but you don't know what you in it for Looking to the sky I got big plans Birds view, got the world in my wingspan Shooter by the side, he my hitman And yo shorty wanna fuck me, she a big fan Money Money Money isn't everything But I'm married to the paper with a diamond rang Never gonna settle from my better dreams Cuz looking at the record guess we had the better team I got a better team, but I'm solo I got bigger dreams, my thoughts global Like bullet arena, coming blindfold In the cold where you see enemies fold In the cold where you see the bullshit I had to tell myself go get ya money boy get rich On the low, I be talking my shit I had to tell myself don't waste your time on a sick witch Mary Jane, that's who I talk to Mary Jane is not a drug Survive the rain if you want to Or you feel the pain from the love Don't want the fame, only hall of fame Only getting paid, bank full of double dubs We gotta fly We gotta fly Birds View