He's a Bird, He's a Plane

The dope house, got it snowin' in the summer

Drug runner, fuck the "I'm-a-gonna-wanna"

Fast learner, attack like piranha

My next big hit's called "Hubba, Hubba, Hubba"

I smoke a 'cause I love her, bought a Danny Glover

Now I'm burnin' rubber in somebody baby mother

I'm from the gutter diggin' in your trash can

Fuckin' with my niggas, it'll be your last dance

I came up off the cut, buyin' 'Lacs and trophy trucks

The only thing I sell is smokeable products

In my all white chucks turn a man into dust

You wanna meet the Devil, huh? You in a bad rush

I'ma keep a smile, I was born the crack child

Got the rap game shinin' up my reptiles

Make your ears ring when I sting like a scorpion

Pronounce him dead by 4 p.m., call me Los Kevorkian

Some do it for the money and fame

He just don't wanna sell no more 'caine

Now his flow is a beautiful thing

SPM, he's a bird, he's a plane

Some do it for the money and fame

He just don't wanna sell no more 'caine

Now his flow is a beautiful thing

SPM, he's a bird, he's a plane

In Hillwood, we didn't have many choices

I'm hearin' noises, outside I hear voices

The Coy's is a family who didn't have much

Except the love of a single mother's touch

The lust of money, had me slangin' caine and weed

I was first on the block and last to leave

Feel the rain as it falls on this tricky game

Breakin' caine, clear your sinuses, like liquid drain

Lift my name against my pain is used

To entertain a simple thing in every city seems like

Shit's the same

Born loser, V12 cruiser

I opened up a store for the common drug user

36 eggs, come from each chicken

Some of you ain't livin' fuckin' with the unforgiven

I'm wishin' I could hug those dead or in prison

They go to jail or hell just because it's free admission

Man!

Some do it for the money and fame

He just don't wanna sell no more 'caine

Now his flow is a beautiful thing

SPM, he's a bird, he's a plane

Some do it for the money and fame

He just don't wanna sell no more 'caine

Now his flow is a beautiful thing

SPM, he's a bird, he's a plane

Five on the dot when I hit the crack spot

30 slab rocks in a little matchbox

Ho-ass cops hit the cut around seven

Got a fiend with a pipe ans arrested him for resing

Fuckin' pigs want me so bad, they can taste it

But you bitches gonna have to settle for a basehead

'Cause I don't slip, broke quicker than a ship

Wrap a platinum hit, make the police captain sick

Backstreet legends, the world feel my presence

I'm the first man to touch it when the dope gets to Texas

You can keep the lexus 'cause I bought two Benzes

On the microphone, I'll break you off with one sentence

Stay aware for what's out there, I smell hate all in the air

They asked me what my race was, I told them it was player

A very rare breed, almost extinct

The way I walk, the way I think

The shit I wear, the shit I drink

The way I stink, I smell like fruity hydroponic

When haters see my car, they turn around and vomit

I'm loco, fuck any player hatin' joto

You ain't got no love for me? I ain't got no love tampoco

Some do it for the money and fame

He just don't wanna sell no more 'caine

Now his flow is a beautiful thing

SPM, he's a bird, he's a plane

Some do it for the money and fame

He just don't wanna sell no more 'caine

Now his flow is a beautiful thing

SPM, he's a bird, he's a plane