Half A Bird

[Intro: G Perico]

(Low the Great)

(Is that Trey?)

Uh, yeah

I took a half an ounce, turned it to a half a bird

Wait, wait, look, look, look

[Verse 1: G Perico]

I took a half an ounce, turned it to a half a bird

At the deaf man house on 103rd

Yeah, uh, ghetto nigga with ambition

All I cared about was hustlin', all I cared about was Crippin'

Eastside of the hundreds

The opps come writin' on the walls and we go back bustin'

Bruce Wayne AKA Duron

Niggas dissin' on the net, what is you on?

I call a spade a spade and a fade is a fade

A good look and real business is two different things

I be in meetings that niggas scared to talk in or even walk in

They said I wouldn't get the budget, but I got it

I'm recouping like crazy

Big royalty checks attached to my statements

[Interlude: G Perico, Dave East]

Man, we making movies around this motherfucker, you know what I'm sayin'?

Comin' up from nothing, straight up out the ghetto

Having nothing, next day having a million dollars cash, what you know about that?

Only the real ones know, it's only a handful of us, you know what I'm sayin'?

Pocket full of blue strips

Blue rag hanging out the left pocket (On Rollin')

I know my nigga from Harlem can relate (Dirt Gang)

[Verse 2: Dave East]

Thirty crates around my neck, it wasn't hard to tell (At all)

One of my closest caught a body, was never offered bail (Never)

I told his lawyer, "Try and appeal," they tryna work a deal (Never)

We never squealed, just hold that down, no matter how you feel (Hold that, man)

Busting knuckles, couple fades just from association (Dirt Gang)

Overanxious on the clock like a ho in Vegas (Uh)

I chose greatness, so impatient for them blue strips

Me and a few crips

Know if you broke, we ain't got no relations (It's Rollin')

I watched unc' smoke a dime out a soda can

I used to sip purple and yellow, I'm still a Kobe fan (Rest up)

Pussy slowed down outside, that shit on OnlyFans (Woo)

Gotta go get it right now, might be your only chance (Only chance)

Half an ounce to a half a bird (Bird)

Star on the track, Captain Kirk, I just had it worse (Way worse)

I know this bitch thinking Birkin if I go grab a purse (Nuh-uh)

Drop my new shit, pick up a hundred racks on merch (A hundred racks)

Perico, you know the root of evil Ben Franklin (Hundreds)

Ulysses Grant, Andrew Jackson got us impatient

Dead presidents make a nigga Larenz Tate it (Uh)

With white paint on our faces, you see a Brink's shaking

[Outro: G Perico]

Shoutout my nigga Shady Boy from Harlem

Shoutout my nigga G Snucc from Broadway

[?], Broadway

You know what I'm sayin'?

Young Corle, Broadway

Shoutout my nigga C-Loc from Harlem

You know what I mean?

Shoutout my nigga TG from Harlem

LA [?] from the way

You know what I mean?

Fathead, Drew

Shoutout my nigga Dave East

Nigga, Harlem to LA, we gettin' it, man

Million dollar shit, baby