Yeah you know what this
(Yea Yea Yea Yea Owwww)
Its the Don talking Boss Don Biggavel Byrd Gang I can't stand it
(Can't Stand It)
Yeah about to get on my shit what up boss man
(We We We Oww)
Getting money baby Byrd Gang let's go

You got a love me I'm poppin (Poppin)
I'm finally in my swag
Capo pealed it out his pocket I'm finally in a Jag
Got that burgundy thing with the burgundy rims
Kind of freak but still a third of me up in the pen
Biggaveli I know you heard of me up in the trench
Sold my baggies by the quarter play poker on the bench
Everything was a dollar
Every lane was a scholar
Every polo and all the button ups came with a collar
I envisioned this shit
Niggas couldn't believe it
And the way I ride the waters my bitches think I'm Jesus
Never take our kindness for weakness
Nigga this is Byrd Gang skis glide in them beaches in the coupe swervin
Listen baby don't worry about a thing just
Watch how word of mouth I take over the game
Send bullets over your brain
Nigga I ain't sprayin with you bet you the one ducking
Nigga I ain't playing with you (I A'int Playin)

I escaped through the clutches of the ghetto where it's plenty meadow corruption