Lil Birdy

Ain’t nothing but a lil birdy I’ll be back in a bit
Them niqqas know me in the trap so the raps are legit
Was out there myself, my young boy’s back on strip
I’ll tell you like I told you before I’m back on my shit
I send it to my man diced up, one slip I’m back in the can where mans spiced up
Came up with sky he just hopped out a nice truck
Whole hood waiting for the underdogs to rise up
So I give em more pain
We just wanted sunshine all we got was more rain
Niqqas really saw us
I just wanted more plugs
Since them boy there blew up it ain’t all love
Little black boys with no dads just needed more hugs
Coming up in the ends that shits torture
Ogs got the young boys touring with no tour bus
Little niqqas scared as shit but won’t talk up
It’s lived by us but definitely not for us
Step steady
Brudda I’m so heavy
I call him my little man but that boy there in his twenties
It’s kinda cheeky cah I ain’t hit 30 yet
Had a few months and saw a man catch a 30 wreck
Bare man stressing cah their bms won’t visit
Christmas coming up and I just pray I don’t miss it
It ain’t just lyrics man your boys so official first time I met Pistol Pete was
rolling with my pistol
F the 1 time 2 gun salute
I know youngns in the hood thats got two guns to shoot
I remember when I started I was too young for coupes rolling round on my pedal
bike with much to do
These days it’s all different I got too much to lose
I came back to rap cos I got too much to prove
I don’t miss the jail house but I miss the silence
Had to ride bang up now I gotta ride licence (Woo)
Where were you when I was one up
Tryna have a some winters off the back of bad summers
Plug used to throw it up and hit me back next
I was at the stove really tryna learn the technique (yeah)
Real trappers story
I can’t do no rap beef you know it’s suicide sending rappers for me
Send anybody south east west north
Me and you head to head that’s a sweet fresh corpse
And we can let your man decide (shh)
All you’re seeing is RIP tees and bare candlelights
And if you ain’t bout loyalty you should stand aside funny rappers I watched
you blow up and leave your mans behind
Talking tough now but you weren’t tough then
You was actually official with the plug when
I don’t understand you man that had it nice and claim a life you never lived it
don’t really make much sense
You don’t want these problems
Halal sausage or tuna you don’t want these options (shh)
Cell sites active which bando is he talking from
Pinky finger bigger than the zanco I was talking on
You don’t know how shit feels
Knowing that it’s 80 pound but inside the 5s is 6 bills
But you cop it anyway you lose it on a spin
It’s hard tryna take the L and turn it to a win
But them Ls turnt W (woo)
Shout my guy L from the W (woo)
That could be lennox or Louis
Rolling with my darg like Brian and lil Stewie
Didn’t wanna do it but you niqqas made me do it
Had to go through it praying that my brudda don’t it
If you ain’t drinking government water there’s no fluids
Hit that wing I’m official I always knew it
Even when shawty telling me that I blew it
But I can’t avoid this one I just do it
Cos I know your momma told you that I would hurt you
Since the days of all purple I just knew this shit would come full circle