Bird Call

Aye, that's that bird call
 All these haters got my nerves bad
 Writing rhymes in my word pad, feeling like I can't be touched
 Drinking VOSS as a chaser
 I got to get this paper for my unborn creations
 Promise we gon' live it up, we ain't worried about haters
 I promise they gon' give it up, and if not we gon' take it
 I got a temper this short and I barely got patience
 He got a dick this long, I think he from Jamaica
 These niggas talking like they killers, I just call them pretenders
 I'm getting money with my niggas, I don't want y'all around me
 Ain't drop an album in two years these dummies thinking I lost it
 They done buried me alive, I'm bout' to climb out this coffin
 Let me find out that you hating, I'ma fuck him and suck him
 Put a hammer to your head, got some shit that would shock you
 Put the plug in your ass, that's them battery chargers
 Heard your plug had a shortage, need a battery charged
 I'm looking in the sky like damn they can't handle your daughter
 Fuck they mean I'm trying to pull up in that Phantom or something
 Dirty Sprite, Cream Soda, dirty Fanta or something
 I couldn't work no 9 to 5, I wasn't good taking orders
 But I promise with this music I be feeling immortal
 I swear she would have been a beast, R.I.P. cousin Portia
 And just for you I'm a cop me like two of them Porshes
 I was down on my luck I had to use all my sources
 No magazine spreads, couple funeral service
 Time to clean the hood up, that community service
 We ain't tipping no dancers, y'all bitches be worthless
 Might pull up to the club in like two of them suburbans
 I touch souls nigga, from the hood to the burbs'
 Bitches steady sending shots, they confusing their words
 I'm a dog with this shit, I pooper scooper these turds
 Diamonds dancing like Omarion in You Got Served
 Tell that lame she don't want it, I been getting money
 Stop flashing that little jewelery cause my little homies on it
 They'll snatch it right up off your neck
 Flaunt your shit then sell it back
 Nicki said "Stop holding back", they sleeping on me, taking naps
 It's time to wake these pussies up, big dog to these cats
 All I know is keep it real, all I know is stating facts
 All I know when I get home, ain't gonna' do no turning back
 All y'all know is turning up, don't know how to get a check
 I know it's my time now, I don't think they get it yet
 Open up your lid and put a symbol on your fitted cap
 Think about it, let it sit
 Yeah bitch, remember that?
 He think that we going far, he should have used this thinking cap
 Old flames calling me, they trying to rekindle that
 But they know I'm about my money, they know I'm not into that
 Log off and get smacked, I ain't with the chitter chat
 Million dollar baby, I'm so million dollar wavy
 I can't wait to make a million goin' million dollar crazy
 Millionaire in the making, Benjamins and them Franklins
 I'm running right next to greatness, yeah bitch that's a chaser
 Niggas be talking crazy, but they hustle so lazy
 I'm out here grinding for a life that could never be basic
 Leave you in the street, they gon' yellow that taper
 I'm like free my little brother, fuck the law trying to take us