(Intro)
I be rifting on the page
I be whipping up a batch
I be steady on my wave
Get a whiff of what I rap
(Verse 1)
Hi momma, look at how far we come
Needed a birds eye to see how far your son
Shined, still so far to climb, my future so bright
I make a man with no eyes still go blind
I’m the only one with vision
The only one that be gifted
The one whom game was given
They wanna steal my shine
These motherfuckers ain’t got dreams
They ain’t got schemes
They just ovеrheard me talking about mine
Thеy wanna be g, they wanna be heard
They wanna be seen, they wanna be first
To say they made it huh
Motherfuckers whole persona is fabricated
Stuck in a rock and a hard place
Done got u all jaded
Beats by him, lyrics by them, chorus by her
Backed by mommy and daddies whims
Somehow they still self assured
Worried about fashion first
Best believe this my affidavit
I buried they ashes after letting them burn
(Chorus)
Shooting up for the stars
Heaven just please hold me
Head and shoulders above
All of the fake homies
Who claim to show you some love
Pretending like the don't know me
Like they don't owe me
For all of they gems and jewels
It's still all cool, pay attention then
Pay y'all dues, After the party
The trash get take out too
I'm still standing bringing deja vu
I'm just giving ya'll a bird's eye view
(Verse 2)
Ice in my Don Julio, I must confess
I’ve had with all these pawns
Playing checkers, we playing chess
Face it, I’m obsessed
With dreaming of paradise
Like I’m Coolio, fuck a Rollie
I need me a Rolodex
Next, I need fans that’s emphatic
Never needed a Patek on my arm
I’ll air you out in the static
Time to get to active, cracking
Y’all ain’t even rapping, slacking-
Off making clips, and doing dances
Got me laughing like it’s Comic-Con
Before I’m gone, until I’m in a urn
Y’all gone learn, I’m the next best
Rapper-producer phenomenon
Just sit down and pay homage and just know
I’ll never let you bitch ass
Motherfuckers ever get a turn
I’m after more chips than Erik Estrada
I deal with bull like I’m Jake LaMotta
I’m nuttin, you nada, she gimme dome
She got a Jones like Kadada
Never worried about the dinero
Don’t care if they say de-nada
Bird’s Eye View was written by Gurdeep Gill.
Bird’s Eye View was produced by G. Deep.
G. Deep released Bird’s Eye View on Fri Jan 08 2021.