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