Schoolboy Q, Kendrick Lamar - Birds & The Beez lyrics
Schoolboy Q [Quincy Matthew Hanley] Wiesbaden, West Germany/South Central LA, CA, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
Kendrick Lamarс [Duckworth] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Schoolboy Q, Kendrick Lamar - Birds & The Beez lyrics]
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 meal
Institution another nigga, 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, 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 and 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 whips, 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 off 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
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
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 a cracker
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, 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 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'
Cops say "freeze"
Blue pill, red pill, choose now
Birds or the Beez 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
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
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 meal
Institution another nigga, 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, 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 and 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 whips, 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 off 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
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
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 a cracker
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, 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 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'
Cops say "freeze"
Blue pill, red pill, choose now
Birds or the Beez 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
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