Birds Talking lyrics

[Intro]
(Flea)
Yeah
(Nash Effect)

[Verse]
It's like I hear the birds talkin', see 'em move town
Steel scorchin', four hundred degrees just like Juvie
I don't believe sh*t a n*gga say, tell him prove it
I tried to wake 'em up, they still sleepin' on me, guess they snoozin' (Wake up)
If you hearin' this, it's too late (Too late)
Pop a Perc' and take a deuce to the grill to get my mood straight (Yeah)
I'll pull up, have the club goin' up on a Tuesday (Got the club goin' up)
I even made a play, unky walkеd in with some blue jays
And he got a pint that camе with it, it's my lucky night (My lucky night)
You don't want the Navy on your ass 'cause that's an ugly sight (Yeah)
Every n*gga with me play with guns, we ain't come to fight
Hit your block with choppers, light that b*tch up just like Christmas lights
All the work could make it through the air long as you send it right (Yeah)
Bust the t-shirt open, gotta make sure that the pillow right
n*ggas watch my every move, handyman, I keep the tool
Before COVID hit, I had a box of masks with nicks and food
I get off drank, my words get slurred, I'm really feelin' mixed and screwed
Think about when I was down bad and I ain't have sh*t to lose
I ain't your average young n*gga, b*tch, I'm really school (For real)
Trappin' ain't dead, these n*ggas scared, boy, don't be confused (Shh)
Ten toes in the field, stood tall through it all (I did)
Took some big hits, I stumbled a couple times, but I ain't fall
Got a whole chirp now, I started off with one ball (Cocaine)
I can run through a n*gga whole bag with one call (Brrt)
Real Taliban Gang, I got some killers on call
If it get like that, I swear I'm puttin' pressure on y'all (You know it)
Put your 3Ds on, I know you see me comin'
700 horses in the motor, know you hear me comin'
n*ggas watch the gang, try to mimic somethin'
Every time I go to shop, it's nothin' less than sixty on me (Yeah)
I'm tired of n*ggas rappin' 'bout the work they ain't never sold (Never)
I got two kits, one white, one yellow gold
I got n*ggas doin' life, never comin' home
Used to tote the strap, but now he tote the knife, he still'll get you gone (Gang)