[Intro]
I'm looking down on Earth with bird's eye view
I'm with the moon and stars, so I can't see you
I'm gonna [...] I don't know if I'll ever go back
I'm looking down on you with bird's eye view
[Verse 1: Illmaculate]
Been gone for a year... call it taking a breath
I needed my space, now low and behold
Y'all were in the same place when I left
Oh, I'm like, "Y'all are still here?"
Hmm, well, you're not as committed, I'm highly offended
No comp for a legend, I'm talking that shit
If you want it, come get it
I get it, you thought you wanted my spot, but ain't earning it
Name permanent, stay pertinent – the game, murder it
Shit, yeah, I'm only shook when the plane turbulent
Ain't heard? What you mad for, champ?
Get your passport stamped
Say word? Kick in the back door jam
Fuck a Warped Tour performance slot, I'ma stack more bands
Face first, do dirt – circumstance, we make work
Learn from that and pray for–haters
Second nature, so I ain't have to write it, like a Dre verse
Blaze herbs instead, they flirt with death
Exchange words with threats, paper to get
What's wrong with you? I don't talk to fools
So just bow your head and pay your respect
[Hook: Ness Lee]
Don't you give yourself away now, cause watching from my view
I know just what you wanna do...wanna do
And any day now you'll likely make your move
You want to see my throne removed
And no you're not so wrong...you're not so wrong
Cause I'm so on...and it's been so long
But no you won't live long enough to see that day come true
Because of my bird's eye view...bird's eye view
[Verse 2: Milc]
Say hello when Blanco hit the turf
All my youngins pumped up off Chief Keef and Lil' Durk
They cheef kief and move they lil' work
I had Moon Rock moving, I even middled Earth
I got Stewie by the pint, Brilly by the pound
You just a blogger pimpin', we really run the town
Polo'ed out at my arraignment
All my verses sex, drugs, money, and entertainment
Milc MacGyver, 1-5'er with the drug buyers
Hop off the Greyhound and tip the bus driver
My girl Mexican, but I got a Russian plug
Sippin' on horchata while I'm touching drugs... Blanco!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Ness Lee]
I'm looking like I run a couple W's, hold up
I'm cooking like I want another W, hold up
You break right left while you're tracing my steps
But I'm already twenty of 'em up on you, know what?
I put that there right in front of you
Oh if it ain't look that way then I ain't want it to
Now say hi to the great white lying under you
I'm A.I. to the snake eye and until this day
I'm great with a thousand flaws, I think I've found 'em all, wait
I'm down to talk
But can't hear over the sound of my round of applause
Vibration around the halls while you're taking your Tylenol
I'll skate in your place take that your tile and all
And leave your head banging, like Blake on Pau Gasol
This isn't a game though
I ain't gonna wait on no trade to go take it no player
This isn't Django, I stay up in A zone
8 whole days straight, in the same clothes
Til my bank roll so straight that it can't grow
And the saying goes "Sosa 'til I say so"
Homie you an 808, bro, initially you bang, but eventually you fade…
Don't