Ghetto Bird

Check it out, what up niggas, what's up

Hear that whoop whoop whoop, that's the ghetto bird bitch

Spotlight swinging while I'm swerving through the trench

Whole hood dirty but we still look rich

Red rag hang while I'm dumping off the pence

If you ain't from the block, don't say that shit

Cause the streets raise me and they don't flinch

I was posted on the corner when the sirens cried

Mama said stay home but the block my pride

Couple homies in the trap tryna rock they high

Other homies in the cage, they ain't never outside

Got a .40 in my hoodie, got a demon in my mind

Got a death wish riding on this broke ass grind

See the bird in the sky tryna read my plate

Tryna catch me on a warrant for some old ass case

I'm a product of the alley where the shots don't sleep

Where the chalk on the concrete talk more than a priest

Where the gang signs wave like a fucking parade

And the blood on the curb never fully fade

I ain't asked for this life but I still said yes

Cause the hunger in my gut put the cross on my chest

Now I'm looking at the view from a bullet with a whip

Middle finger to the system while I empty out a clip

Hear that whoop whoop whoop, that's the ghetto bird bitch

Spotlight swinging while I'm swerving through the trench

Whole hood dirty but we still look rich

Red rag hang while I'm dumping off the fence

If you ain't from the block don't say that shit

Cause the streets raise me and they don't flinch

Every night feel the pressure when the lights come low

Still bagging up work by the microwave glow

Got a snitch on the corner and a cop on the prowl

So we talk with our eyes, never speak out loud

I seen fiends trade souls for a ten dollar hit

Seen homies trade love for a quick little lick

Bitches fall in love with the risk we take

Then cry when the steel make a rib cage break

I'm a cold hearted bastard with a smile on my face

Tattooed tears still dodging that case

Got a ounce in the stash, got a pound on the road

Got a body in my thoughts that I'll never disclose

Judge look at my skin, think he know my face

But he don't know shit about the section of state

Where the kids learn from 12 for ABC

And the first thing they spell is a R.I.P

Ain't no fairy tales here, just shells and stress

Just a burner and a prayer and a bulletproof vest

It's the opps slide through, better hope they miss

Or your mama wear black crying over that kiss

Hear that whoop whoop whoop, that's the ghetto bird bitch

Spotlights swinging while I'm swerving through the trench

Whole hood dirty but we still look rich

Red rag hang while I'm dumping off the fence

If you ain't from the block, don't say that shit

Cause the streets raise me and they don't flinch

Helicopter in the sky, that's our neighborhood moon

Same sound every night like a fucked up tune

Tryna count my money while they count my sins

Tryna cage my life while I chase these winds

Got a warrant in my name, got a target on my back

But I still hit the block, still serve that pack

Still clutch on that heat when I hug my bros

Cause a fake lil' smile might hit all my foes

I been shot at and jumped, I done bled on the floor

Still wiped it off my drawer, just went right back to war

I ain't glorifying shit, this is all I know

Either rap trap or get tagged on the pole

So I paw one out for the ones in the dirt

For the ones doing time with they face on a shirt

I'ma ride for the set till I'm under that ground

With a ghetto bird still doing laps over my town

When that beat slide in and the bass line knock

It's the theme song playing for the half nights

Yeah I'm cursed and I'm blessed by this fucked up street

But I'd rather die real than live soft and sweet

Hear that whoop whoop whoop, that's the ghetto bird bitch

Spotlights swinging while I'm swerving through the trench

Whole hood dirty but we still look rich

Red rag hang while I'm dumping off the fence

If you ain't from the block don't say that shit

Cause the streets raise me and they don't flinch

Yeah that's the sound when the hood don't sleep

When the bird in the sky and the wolves in the street

If you hear that blade cutting through the wind

Then I just know another young G tryna dodge that hype