Benjamin Splash - Birds Flying High Lyrics

Werd
I don't give a f*ck about myself
Werd

Birds flying high I see a million n my palm reads
Swervin' near the palm trees all the bitches on me
I got a feeling Im'a make it, you can't calm me
I got a feeling niggas faking they won't harm me
I got some demons in my closet swear they didn't know
I'm trynna leave but when I head out they gon hand my coat
I'm trynna make it so when I die they all say I'm the goat
I need the money though, f*ck the fame so on another note
I swear I hope, all my niggas with me getting bands
I'm all up in her pants she trynna see what's in my pants
Bitch you won't even get a chance she think that I'm her man
I think this bitch a fan, she loving Benjamin
I'm counting Benjamins got Franklins on my mind now
Money over bitches, told the bitch I got no time now
Riding with my niggas f*ck a zip I need like 5 pounds
My niggas is still with it we just not committing crimes now

I told em birds fly high, my dreams fly higher
Do they judge me because I'm black or is it because my attire

I know I gotta get rich before I die
Swear if they kill me at my funeral let the birds fly high

I told em birds fly high, my dreams fly higher
Do they judge me because I'm black or is it because my attire

I know I gotta get rich before I die
Swear if they kill me at my funeral let the birds fly high

Birds fly high think there's an Angel on my shoulder
Shit I was supposed to die but that encounter made me focused
I'm just hoping they don't notice,
The aroma because the odor of what I'm smoking could just tell you
That I ain't never sober
I'm in the ticket spot
About to hit the chicken spot
Hungry nights, hole in my stomach look like a kitchen pot
I'm on my way to cash
Speeding, never come in last
I'm smacked I hope that I don't crash
This perc got me in my bag
I know I need a mill
Shit I just need a deal
I need to feel how holding all them Franklins feel
My moms' just f*ck f*cking ashes
I grew up as a bastard
And now I'm blacking like the inside of this 'cler jacket
I got to make it happen
My niggas pistol-packing
They about that action ain't no lacking when you out here trapping
And ain't no laughing when you broke and down out on ya last
I swear this hunger got me blacking I been on my savage

I told em birds fly high, my dreams fly higher
Do they judge me because I'm black or is it because my attire

I know I gotta get rich before I die
Swear if they kill me at my funeral let the birds fly high