Bird's Eye View

[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 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, 1-5er 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 AI 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 the 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 till I say so" Homie you an 808, bro initially you bang but eventually you fade… Don't [Hook]