Artist: ScHoolboy Q f/ Kendrick Lamar Album: Setbacks Song: Birds & THe Beez Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com [ScHoolboy Q] 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 New statistic, another nigga fail, go from pussy to a prison tale Fuck that, I quit while I'm ahead, ship my music off like I'm Astaire Turn it up and hear the ghetto pledge, live righteous nigga like my brother said King Tut, Martin Luther, Malcolm X, but I'm his shooter Top rhyming/ramen, knowledge for the noodle, finally getting praised, yeah kudos Doing bad, still loving E, connect, said it's something up his sleeve Said, I'd rather bust off them ki's, yeah nigga, birds and the beez Birds and the beez Birds and the beez Want to do a song, but it's hard to carry on And my daughter hungry sitting home, and my girl, she said she feel alone 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 whips, yeah Kunta, ScHoolboy but gangsta was his tutors Say that money be the root of evil, look around see what it do to people Veins leap from heroin use or PCP, inject their 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'd rather bust off the ki's, yeah nigga, birds and the beez Birds and the beez Birds and the beez Birds and the beez Tired of the same old shit, niggas, they faking it Niggas out here living foul, better yet they flagrant Teach these niggas right about the game, get these niggas right up out my lane I just wanna do this fucking music boy and leave this dope alone and count my change [Kendrick Lamar] Q, I want to see you do your thang, entertainment business, living limelight Hop on every track and move them trains, show these motherfuckers that you've been tight than 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 you from the set Won't you think about it nigga, life or death? Like a cracker like to hang ya 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 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 My nigga won't you tell Michelle I love your daughter, please don't let her grow up, life without her father Look at what you bought her money couldn't buy, all she need is love, put the shit aside At the same time know they gotta eat, know you got to hustle, make ends meet Gotta make time, gotta get a grind, gotta push the line, HTC No A.C. and the block hot, you keep running, cops say freeze Blue pill, red pill, choose now, birds or the beez? Birds or the beez? Birds or the beez? [ScHoolboy Q] Tired of the same old shit, niggas, they faking it Niggas out here living foul, better yet they flagrant Get these niggas right up out the game, get these niggas right up out my lane I just wanna do this fucking music boy and leave this dope alone and count my change Count my change Count my change