Chirp

[Verse 1]
(J)
They keep a Baretta like Robert Blake
First took a xanny, then bought a snake
I was a rapper in 7th grade
Was the most hated and now I'm the most paid
I got no plays, like I'm benchwarming
No names, spoke words in my [?]
And then I touched down on this volcano
I'm still the most, topped with these [?]
I'ma feel God in my Nautica jacket
No in between, if I see it, I have it
I gotta be laughing
I gotta shut it backward in the attic
With Adam and I been adament
This shit about to happen
They just jumped me and took my wristwatch
(Shit was 30 dollars)
Yeah, got a new bitch, she a south freak, but
(I'm tryna float up in the water)

[Chorus]
(Wha-)
What you want, poppin' on some different type of shit
I been playing shows, playing hoes
That's just how it is up in the Birdland
With the vultures, Maryland with the turtles
No matter where I go, they asking
"Who the fuck is this?"
We hear them talking (they sound like birds chirping)
They follow where we're walking (it sound like birds chirping)
Tell 'em I'm too honest (they sound like birds chirping)
Now they understand the concept (it sound like birds chirping)

[Verse 2]
Fuck it, I'm done
Shit isn't fun
I feel like rolling my weed and my blunt
I liked this shit when I used to be solo
But now, I make music that people can bump
But fuck it, it's all good, got the drugs on me
Got my Death Note, like it's Shinigami
Not a single dollar in your bitches pocket
It's a date night with a Top Ramen
Tire down between you're backing up
You look just like your dad, now you're fat as fuck
I got ecstasy in the fanny pack
And bleach mixed in my soda cups, oh
This my last day, back when we would pack J's
Cone's full of all the bad hoes
And the girls rocking the rap phase, yo

[Chorus]
What you want, poppin' on some different type of shit
I been playing shows, playing hoes
That's just how it is up in the Birdland
With the vultures, Maryland with the turtles
No matter where I go, they asking
"Who the fuck is this?"
We hear them talking (they sound like birds chirping)
They follow where we're walking (it sound like birds chirping)
Tell 'em I'm too honest (they sound like birds chirping)
Now they understand the concept (it sound like birds chirping)

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Chorus]
What you want, poppin' on some different type of shit
I been playing shows, playing hoes
That's just how it is up in the Birdland
With the vultures, Maryland with the turtles
No matter where I go, they asking
"Who the fuck is this?"
We hear them talking (they sound like birds chirping)
They follow where we're walking (it sound like birds chirping)
Tell 'em I'm too honest (they sound like birds chirping)
Now they understand the concept (it sound like birds chirping)
(Caw!)