Birds & The Beez - ScHoolboy Q, Kendrick Lamar

Straight to the block, to the hood, to a spot

Cocaine to a rock, duece duece 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 nigga, fail

Go from pussy to a prison tale

Fuck that, I quit while I’m ahead

Ship my music off with Amistad

Turn it up and hear the ghetto pledge

Live righteous nigga like my brother said

King Tut, Martin Luther, Malcolm X, but I’m the shoota'

Top ramen, knowledge for the noodle

Finally gettin' praised

Yeah, kudos

Doing bad, still love the need

Connect said it’s something up his sleeve

Said, I rather bust off them keys

Yeah nigga birds and the beez

Birds and the beez

Birds and the beez

Wanna do a song, but it’s hard to carry on

And my daughter hungry sitting home

And my girl, she said she feeling lone

I can tell it’s over in her tone

Only time I call is for a loan

She be stressing, so depressing

Always worried every time a lil nigga gone

Stay strong for the future, stick together, yeah suture

Get a couple wipps, yeah Kunta

Schoolboy, but gangsta was his tutors

Say the money be the root of evil, look around and see what it do to people

Veins full of heroin using PCP inject the body with a needle

Lord help us, swear to god, dope dealers, get a job

Keep it real this shit ain’t really cool, being in a cell, you ain’t alive

Niggas quick to show out over cheese, love to help the devil do a deed

So I rather bust of them keys?

Yeah nigga, birds and the beez

Birds and the beez

Birds and the beez

(Birds and the beez)

Tired of the same ol' shit, niggas they faking it

Niggas out here living foul

Better yet they flagrant, keep these niggas right up out the game

Keep these niggas right up out my lane

I just wanna do this fucking music boy, leave this dope alone and count my

change

Q, I wanna see you do your thang

Entertainment business living limelight

Hop on every track and move them trains

Show these motherfuckers that you been tight, then they ever been

It’s evident that you intelligent but you can’t escape that life

And for you, my nigga

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 your from the set

Won’t you think about it nigga, life or death

Life of crack I’d like to hang you by the neck

Do you wanna see the boys in jet, or you wanna see them runway jets

Fly to Singapore, one way that, tell the pilot we got stacks on deck

Swear to god, its hard out here for a young black men to live

If you dont do it for yourself, then please do it for your kids

My nigga won’t you tell Michelle, I love your daughter

Please don’t let her grow up life without a father

Look at what you bought her, money couldn’t buy

All she need is love, put that shit aside

At the same time know they got to eat

Know you got to hustle, make ends meet

Gotta make time, gotta get a grind, gotta push the line, HGC, no A/C

Got the block hot, you keep runnin', cop say freeze

Blue pill, red pill, choose now, birds or the bees

Birds or the beez

Birds or the beez

Tired of the same ol' shit, niggas they faking it

Niggas out here living foul

Better yet they flagrant, keep these niggas right up out the game

Keep these niggas right up out my lane

I just wanna do this fucking music boy, leave this dope alone and count my

change

Count my change

Count my change