Birds And Keys Frenchie (Ft. Trae tha Truth)

[Chorus: Far East Movement]
Little bird
Have you got a key?
Where will you go?
Keep yourself afloat

[Verse 1: Frenchie]
It's time for me to step up
Everything happens for a reason, I fell back now I gotta catch up
Niggas want me dead, I'm riding 'round with that pistol every day, I'll have your white tee looking like ketchup
Spilled on it
Table got a deal on it
But I'ma stay humble cause money don't make me, I got a feel for it
I got four damn kids that I live for
You think I won't kill for 'em?
I don't gotta talk, if I pull it out I'ma pop it
Let off a hundred rounds, I guarantee you'll see the carpet
And you get too close, I bet Wooh Da pull out the carbon
Shooting at everything, don't get this nigga started
I put that everything, my niggas go retarded
Cuckoo, insane, something is wrong with my brain
My daddy made me with Vodka and cocaine
The hood where I'm from, you give [?] no names
If you do something, niggas will clap your man
Run at a funeral just to make sure he dead and clap again
A little nigga will pull up on a strip with some shit on his hip
Like he got it fresh out of Pakistan (for real?)
Trying hard, do my best just not to clap a man
[?] my nigga, they say they got him for trafficking
When they let him out, the industry gon' let him in
I pray that he'll never have to clap again