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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
ScHoolboy Q
Vocals
Kendrick Lamar
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dameon Garrett
Songwriter
Kendrick Lamar Duckworth
Songwriter
Quincy Hanley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dae One
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Straight to the block, to the hood, to a spot
Cocaine to a rock, deuce-deuce in a sock
Every dollar closer to a drop
Every drop is closer to a cop
Every cop is closer to a cell
Hit the cell, your ticket right to hell
No job, no bail, no fam, no mail
Institution, another **** fail
Go from pussy to a prison tale
Fuck that, I quit while I'm ahead
Ship my music off like Amistad
Turn it up and hear the ghetto pledge
Live righteous, ****, like my brother said
[Verse 2]
King Tut, Martin Luther, Malcom X, but I'm a shooter
Top ramen, knowledge for the noodle
Finally gettin' praised, yeah, kudos
Doin' bad, steal, love, and eat
Connect said it's something up his sleeve
Said, I'd rather bust off them keys
Yeah, ****, birds and the beez
Birds and the beez, birds and the beez
[Verse 3]
Wanna do a song, but it's hard to carry on
And my daughter hungry sittin' home
And my girl, she said she feel alone
I can tell it's over in the tone
Only time I call is for a loan
She be stressin', so depressin'
Always worried every time a lil' **** gone
Stay strong for the future, stick together, yeah, suture
Get a couple whips, yeah, Kunta
ScHoolboy, but gangster was his tutors
Say the money be the root of evil
Look around, see what it do to people
Veins full of heroine, uses PCP, inject they body with a needle
[Verse 4]
Lord, help us, swear to God, dope dealers, get a job
Keep it real, this shit ain't really cool
Bein' in a cell, you ain't alive
**** quick to show out over cheese
Love to help the devil do a deed
So I'd rather bust off them keys
Yeah, ****, birds and the beez
Birds and the beez, birds and the beez
Birds and the beez
[Chorus]
Tired of the same old shit, ****, they fakin' it
**** out here livin' foul, better yet, they flagrant
Take these **** right up out the game
Get these **** right up out my lane
I just wanna do this fucking music, boy
And leave this dope alone and count my change
[Verse 5]
Q, I wanna see you do your thing
Entertainment business, livin' limelight
Hop on every track and move them trains
Show these mothafuckas that you been tight
Than they ever been, it's evident
You intelligent, but you can't escape that life
And for you, my ****
I would sacrifice myself to make it, just to see you hold the mic
And hit the stage, and rock the set
But it's hard to change when you from the set
Once you think about it, ****, life or death
Life of crack, I'd like to hang you by the neck
Do you wanna see the boys and jet?
Or you wanna see them runway jets?
Fly to Singapore, one-way that
Tell the pilot we got stacks on deck
[Verse 6]
Swear to God, it's hard out here
For a young black man to live
If you don't do it for yourself
Then, please, do it for your kids
[Verse 7]
My ****, won't you tell Michelle I love your daughter?
Please don't let her grow up life without a father
Look at what you brought her, money couldn't buy
All she need is love, put the shit aside
At the same time, know they gotta eat
Know you gotta hustle, make ends meet
Gotta make time, gotta get a grind
Gotta push the line, HGC
No AC got the block hot
You keep runnin', cops say, "Freeze"
Blue pill, red pill, choose now, birds or the beez
Birds or the beez, birds or the beez
[Chorus]
Tired of the same old shit, ****, they fakin' it
**** out here livin' foul, better yet, they flagrant
Get these **** right up out the game
Get these **** right up out my lane
I just wanna do this fucking music, boy
And leave this dope alone and count my change
[Outro]
Count my change, count my change
Written by: Kendrick Duckworth, Quincy Hanley