He Used to get high, just to get by
He Used to have to puff a L in the morning before He could fly
He Ate somethin', a couple of forties made him hate somethin'
He did some coke, now He was ready to take somethin'
Three years later showin' signs of stress
Didn't keep his feathers cut or give a fuck how He dressed
He was possessed by the darker side, livin' that birdy life
Shit like that kept a rooster with a bloody knife
Hawks wanna try, hawks wanna lie
Then hawks wonder why hawks wanna die
All I know is pain, all I feel is rain
How can I maintain with that shit on my bird brain?
I resort to violence, my chickens move in silence
Like you don't know what our style is
Farm birds the wildest
My chickens is with it, you want it come and get it
Took the seed then we split it, you fuckin' right we did it
What the fuck you gon' do when we glide up on you?
Fuckin' with the wrong crew
Don't know what we're goin' through