Lyrics
A nigga like me man
I love the game
I love the hustle man
Be feeling like one of them ball playing niggas you know
Like Bird, or Magic or something
Yeah, you know a nigga got doe
A nigga could leave the league
But if I leave, the fans still gone love me man?
All these presi’s in my pocket, talking dead bodies
You was there when they was dissing,
Why you ain’t head shot em?
How the fuck you is for me, and you don’t see bout it
How you claim the family tree but you don’t be bout it
I planted seeds a while ago then watch my flowers grow
These niggas was smart but not like me, I’m on the honor roll
Talking bout you got dat drop but you ain’t never fox em
Im really tied to the bird, you niggas just an Ostrich
You know the way that y’all was playing
I could cry every night
I believed you so much I’m thinking maybe they might
Or maybe they won’t
I’m turning up the day that they don’t
And I’m still the same as I was
So they can say what they want
Higher living, higher learning, I ain’t leveled yet
You niggas can’t pass the quiz
How you gonna pass the Test
See that’s what Young tell me,
Turn these niggas to a mess
We got these funds coming
Nigga lets go fuck up Phipps
I just wanna tell em dat that shit they did was petty
You know I ain’t the reason,
Still you blame me, and I get it
You need a scapegoat, and imma GOAT, so I’m ready
Pass it to my kids, every time I get some fetty
All these presi’s in my pocket, talking dead bodies
You was there when they was dissing,
Why you ain’t head shot em?
How the fuck you is for me, and you don’t see bout it
How you claim the family tree but you don’t be bout it
I planted seeds a while ago then watch my flowers grow
These niggas was smart but not like me, I’m on the honor roll
Talking bout you got dat drop but you ain’t never fox em
Im really tied to the bird, you niggas just an Ostrich
Spent my whole life, trying grind, trying rhyme
Helping niggas out, they wasn’t helping me with mine
Pulling guns out, I’m about to squeeze it 30 times
Catching gun charges, this about the third time
Luckily and thankfully I stay with a lawyer
Bust the bitches up and took a flight out to Georgia
Yeah I know you wasn’t helping with them fees
My momma died, at the same time I lost me
Ain’t nothing in this world free
I owe the same shit you owe to me (what’s that)
That’s love nigga, loyalty
Hop off a flight and change the currency (aye what you got)
All these presi’s in my pocket, talking dead bodies
You was there when they was dissing,
Why you ain’t head shot em?
How the fuck you is for me, and you don’t see bout it
How you claim the family tree but you don’t be bout it
I planted seeds a while ago then watch my flowers grow
These niggas was smart but not like me, I’m on the honor roll
Talking bout you got dat drop but you ain’t never fox em
Im really tied to the bird, you niggas just an Ostrich
WRITERS
Beau Bailey, Cameron Montgomery, Ashley Gorley, Wyatt McCubbin
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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