Dave East, G Perico - Half A Bird lyrics

(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

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

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
I know my nigga from Harlem can relate

(At all) one of my closest caught a body
Was never offered bail (Never)
I told his lawyer
"Try and appeal" ain't tryna work a deal
(Never) we never squealed
So let down no matter how you feel
Busting knuckles
Couple fades just from association
Overanxious on the clock like a ho in Vegas
I chose greatness
So impatient for them blue strips
Me and a few crips
No, if you broke, we ain't got no relations
(Rollin')
I watched unc' smoke a dime out a soda can
I used to sip purple and yellow
I'm still a Kobe fan
Pussy slowed down outside
That shit on OnlyFans
Gotta go get it right now
Might be your only chance
Half an ounce to a half a bird (Bird)
Star on the track, Captain Kirk
I just had it worse (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
With white paint on our faces
You see a Brink's shaking

Shoutout my nigga Shady Boy from Harlem
Shoutout my nigga 2: 15 from Broadway
Broadway you know what I'm sayin'? 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