Armaan - Birds View Lyrics

Let my mother tell it over
Who is you to tell me I will never glow up
Staring at the city fuck it I'm looking at the sky
Stargazing from my view peeking out my third eye
Flying through some changes homie let birds fly
How you love a woman
How you adore her punk
I mean you can get the sex
Shit you can see a bank
Shit you can tell your homies
How she bad and all
A real homie felt her Pain
Feeling like I was there and all

Yhea
That's how it felt like
Your pain was the realist stress I ever been through
I wish I was there them mf would've been screwed
Been fooled
So I picked the Gin and juice
There's lotta shit that I wish I went to the past to fix it
I finally forgot about it to the point I hear crickets
And that's foreal heart to heart feeling like a movie
But where tf is my part
Man to you
I will never carry odds

Writing this from a birds view
I feel high
I'm dedicated
On mammas for
My bird eye
Circumstances
Been a little distant for me
505 that's how it is homie
Family
Ties
That's the only commitment I know
I ain't sorry for nothing or for my talents I show
Too many broken hearts I've seen
I try to hold on but i might just grieve
Pops gave knowledge but that homie a trip
Love em to death worth a tat on my
Wrist
Roses for my mother
With all the green pedals
Can't wait to give her keys
To all the gas pedals

Sitting in a room writing my thoughts out
This might be the realest shit I ever wrote down

Promised myself I will never go down

Too many promises
But I will never go down

So this a movie?
Im feeling like I'm an editor
Life is my stage but they so outta character

I get it on a service
This shot deeper than the surface
You know I write down my curses
You know I don't got that many chains on me
I got one and that's the one they wished they choked me
And that's facts and no truce
And that's that with no clues
Makes slaps with some tunes
Take that you goons
Looking for that phraroa
Seeking for a crown
But I top ramen
You bunch of fucking clowns

The last time I ever met him I shook his hand
Now I wish I would have gave him a hug instead
But who would ever have known first
Mother heart broken because his father was gone first
Tears now full of all darkness
And hollow nights that I wish it never happened
She looked at her oldest now you the man of the house
My whole mood was down now who to show who's proud
My raps reflect my story and where I'm from
Duke city 5 son may be flying now where's throne
My crown all dusted and waiting for me
But these fuck dudes crooked homies hating on me
Y'all be small
And talk be small
She said want more
But I be wrong
Future not planned
But at least I'm real tho
Don't ask me about my plans
I just steady stay on my road
Shit if this thing works
Money handed to my mother
And pops could quit work
10-10 will be just the past my homie
Hyping myself fr but don't wanna bite my tongue homie