Half A Bird

(Low the Great) (Is that Trey?) Uh, yeah I took a half an ounce, turned it to a half a bird Wait, wait, look, look, look I took a half an ounce, turned it to a half a bird At the deaf man house on 103rd Yeah, uh, ghetto nigga with ambition All I cared about was hustlin', all I cared about was Crippin' Eastside of the hundreds The opps come writin' on the walls and we go back bustin' Bruce Wayne aka Duron Niggas dissin' on the 'net, what is you on? I call a spade a spade and a fade is a fade A good look and real business is two different things I be in meetings that niggas scared to talk in or even walk in They said I wouldn't get the budget, but I got it I'm recouping like crazy Big royalty checks attached to my statements Man, we making movies around this motherfucker, you know what I'm sayin'? Comin' up from nothing, straight up out the ghetto Having nothing, next day, having a million dollars cash, what you know about that? Only the real ones know, it's only a handful of us, you know what I'm sayin'? Pocket full of blue strips, blue rag hanging out the left pocket I know my nigga from Harlem can relate 30 crates around my neck, it wasn't hard to tell (at all) One of my closest caught a body, was never offered bail (never) I told his lawyer, "Try and appeal," ain't tryna work a deal (never) We never squealed, so let down no matter how you feel Busting knuckles, couple fades just from association Overanxious on the clock like a ho in Vegas I chose greatness, so impatient for them blue strips Me and a few Crips, no, if you broke, we ain't got no relations (rollin') I watched unc' smoke a dime out a soda can I used to sip purple and yellow, I'm still a Kobe fan (rest up) Pussy slowed down outside, that shit on OnlyFans (whoo!) Gotta go get it right now, might be your only chance Half an ounce to a half a bird (bird) Star on the track, Captain Kirk, I just had it worse (worse) I know this bitch thinking Birkin if I go grab a purse (nuh-uh) Drop my new shit, pick up a hundred racks on merch (a hundred racks) Perico, you know the root of evil, Ben Franklin (hundreds) Ulysses Grant, Andrew Jackson got us impatient Dead presidents, make a nigga Larenz Tate it With white paint on our faces, you see a Brink's shaking Shoutout my nigga Shady Boy from Harlem Shoutout my nigga G-shna from Broadway Hennessy bar on Broadway You know what I'm sayin'? Young Coley, Broadway Shoutout my nigga C-Loc from Harlem You know what I mean? Shoutout my nigga TG from Harlem LA from the way You know what I mean? Fathead, Drew Shoutout my nigga, Dave East Nigga, Harlem to LA, we gettin' it, man Million-dollar shit, baby