Is it looking Good? Looking right

you can't see me



[Chorus]

My perspective is a bird's eye view

Meaning you ain't looking at me when I'm looking at you

Crooked angles logged all up in my book

Of logistics tales in the places we done took it



Like this shit

Niggaz will do this to get attention

Flashing and flossing, fronting like they rich with

No intellectual enrichment

They pull up to the light thinking it's all right

And get their wigs split

By the local town jacker

Act the fool smack the fool with the back of the tool

Doing dirt not caring who he hurt not

Even unaware the gunshots came tearing through his shirt

From one of the many people that he robbed before

At the same intersection

Now with his chest blown into sections

He realizes the wrong of his ways as a victim of one that he victimized who

Didn't know the boys in blue

Was alerted of the murder when they heard the noize

Plus seen the sparks when they rushed to the scene

The hero was still there so his ass got caught



[Chorus]

And my perspective is a bird's eye view

Meaning you ain't looking at me when I'm looking at you

Crooked angles logged all up in my book

Of logistics tales in the places we done took it



Like sideways

Peddle to the medal on the highway

Trying to escape the bird of the ghetto

I can't settle for federal indictment

You think I'm head over heels

For fake thrills

Pseudo excitement?

Never gave me a bit of enlightment

But I must be liberated to keep my life like lit

So I stay smarter than the average bear

Without a boo-boo, a fuck or a care

Just aware

Of what's around

Whenever my feet touch the ground

I'm mentally muscle bound

With wit, wisdom

Precision and vision and myself in prison

Isn't it all how I'm living?



[Chorus]

So my perspective is a bird's eye view

Meaning you ain't looking at me when I'm looking at you

Crooked angles logged all up in my book

Of logistics tales in the places we done took it



From over here to over there

But sad while feared

Dastardly, daring debonaire

I got the master key to the game that claim is locked

But I kick in the door with my trigger gun cock

You never knew

What I would do

To get the revenue

I'd watch 'cha til I got 'cha

Then I'll let it lose

Like propositions, bills and laws

They make to break y'all

But still we ball

Going all out

Never the fan to fall out

My energy peeks for weeks

And what I seek is

Height and awareness, fine tune and perception

A slippable style with a smile - perfection



[Chorus x2]

My perspective is a bird's eye view

Meaning you ain't looking at me when I'm looking at you

Crooked angles logged all up in my book

Of logistics tales in the places we done took it



you can't see me