take flight (birdman)

For all you tinpot soldiers, niggas I jumped over

Records for Range Rovers, seems like fair deals

Outside I skirt wheels, too cold like new steel

I can't just fake humble, loud I can't mumble

Never running from the war, I earned my stripes from the depth of my scars

And my whole life yeah it's written in the stars, I'd kill myself if I didn't have the bars

If I didn't have the drive, You never heard my voice and I'm still on the side

But I grit my teeth, Inner dog for the fight

A god in the flesh, bitch you seen all my light

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, niggas from the dirt we don't know no better

Niggas from the dirt we don't know no better, niggas from the dirt we don't know no better