Blue Bird

There's a blue bird on my shoulder, there's a blue bird on my shoulder

There's a blue bird on my shoulder, there's a blue bird on my shoulder

Man, there's a blue bird on my shoulder, can I kill it?

Man, there's a blue bird on my shoulder, can I kill it?

Man, there's a blue bird on my shoulder, can I kill it?

Man, there's a blue bird on my shoulder, can I kill it?

Back on the scene, crispy and clean

It's two **** with two Glock .17s

And I give a fuck 'cause you might catch a buck

Fucking with the **** going crazy like Chuck

Me, I'm a G, trying to stay sucker free

The ****, **** black from the P-O double S, E

Test me when I'm on the jacket

One time was rolling deep when it was time for some action

Now I'm acting, straight on the down low

Run yo, run yo ass out the motherfucking town yo

And there's a blue bird on my shoulder

So I gots to drop him to streets and run his bitch ass over

Man, there's a blue bird on my shoulder, can I kill it?

Man, there's a blue bird on my shoulder, can I kill it?

Man, there's a blue bird on my shoulder, can I kill it?

Man, there's a blue bird on my shoulder, can I kill it?

It still gets deeper and deeper, the deeper in this game that it get

It got these young **** up till six

Letting loose on a ****, even if they figured you was bigger

They would still be your gravedigger

Time keeps on ticking, ticking

My baby's getting older and her mama steady tripping

Saying, I'm always with my clique

And she be like, You make me, you make me sick

From rags to riches

Now better **** don't fuck with no bitches

Started with the fifty pot box

Selling bogus, a soldier with a blue bird on the shoulder

Man, there's a blue bird on my shoulder, can I kill it?

Man, there's a blue bird on my shoulder, can I kill it?

Man, there's a blue bird on my shoulder, can I kill it?

Man, there's a blue bird on my shoulder, can I kill it?

I watch you slip, slip, slip, then fall

And make my hands just to cause and

Turn your pockets into some packet stalls

'Cause a **** gotta keep some long nails

So, I be in the projects like a does, like my name is Jail

But what the hell? I think I need to let that shit go

Try to make a rapper come up off a funky flow

I didn't know, so that shit wouldn't come that easy

Record companies think I'm pussy 'cause they all tryna beat me

Excuse me, ladies, hood rats do it daily

Have that **** baby and telling my homies, maybe

This shit gon' have somebody getting hurt

And best believe my first visit is gonna be that punk ass blue bird

Man, there's a blue bird on my shoulder, can I kill it?

Man, there's a blue bird on my shoulder, can I kill it?

Man, there's a blue bird on my shoulder, can I kill it?

Man, there's a blue bird on my shoulder, can I kill it?

Patrolling city buses, I got something waiting in the cusp

Bunch of sucker ass **** who be trying to stick up shit

Like deodorant, the tray and I be holding it

I treat that ass like clean clothes, so watch me start folding shit

And cook that up like Minute Rice, I'm nothing nice

I'm still stressing 'cause of the Frisco vice

But they better have they Nike shoes on

'Cause them high tech boots is the wrong shoes for the drugs, son

Always so, you won't catch me, so don't let me

Pull out my gat on some dawgs that you sent to fetch me

I have the puppies dropping like chirps

And come back out the convenience store, busting at the blue bird

Man, there's a blue bird on my shoulder, can I kill it?

Man, there's a blue bird on my shoulder, can I kill it?

Man, there's a blue bird on my shoulder, can I kill it?

Man, there's a blue bird on my shoulder, can I kill it?

Man, there's a blue bird on my shoulder, can I kill it?

Man, there's a blue bird on my shoulder, can I kill it?

Man, there's a blue bird on my shoulder, can I kill it?

Man, there's a blue bird on my shoulder, can I kill it?