[Verse: Black Birdie]
Fuck if I know what I did
To make you hate me so damn bad
I walk like that and I talk like this
Get a good view of this ass
Fuck if I know what I did
To make you make me so damn mad
I walk like that and I talk my shit
Bitch, I'm deep within my bag
[Outro: Black Birdie & Nathan Davis]
You know, people wonder how I make so many enemies
And, honestly?
I think it's just 'cause I'm hella happy
Hella fine, hella talented, hella funny
Hella kind, a hell of a time
You know, some folks just aren't ready
To see you do good for yourself
So pay close attention to how those around you
Receive your achievements and your growth
And don't keep anyone close
And if you got a problem with that, you can kick fuckin' rocks
Ugh, and I can already hear everybody whining
Like, "I'm tired of this, Birdie"
Well, that's too damn bad