Verse 1: Spank Nitti James
Bitch suck dick like she used to be a flip
Franklin, blue, [?] Benjamin, you should be a crip
I know you see the drip, bitch, we usually be drenched
Six in the Sierra midst gettin' ignorant in the Benz
Them niggas tweakin' again, that's some Jesus in them
[?] to slow me down, I'm addicted to opium
They probably gon' blow me down 'cause I slid and they want revenge
Dear Lord, I bow my head, I repent all my sins
I'm from the real [?] nation, committed I won't pretend
Niggas wanna be Jameses but can't afford how we live
I'on wanna be famous, bitch, I wanna be rich (Bitch)
We don't wanna whip scrappers, we wanna whip foreign whips
Bitch, I'm a real [?], I bet that bitch get sent to heaven
That last altercation with AR and F&M
I'll pull up to your location wit' the nation, just drop the pin
If the conversation not about paper, can't comprehend
Lord and Savior, I need a favour, free my gangsters out the pen
Lord, forgive me for my behavior, it's how I was raised, ain't got no sense
Niggas know my face, can't ride around the H without no tint
Booked him bare face nigga, I'on care if he know who did it
I'm embarrassing all these niggas, it's carats in all these pendants
My chandeliers be glistening, [?] still with me
VVS's dancin' in my tennises, bitch, I'm living wit' privileges
I coulda rocked the Fendi, I'm finna let this B.B Simon's drip

Chorus: Spank Nitti James
Dear God (God), make me a bird (Bird)
So I can fly far (Far)
Far, far away from here (Sky, skies)
Dear God (God), make me a bird (Bird)
So I can fly far (Far)
Far, far away from here (Sky, skies)
Dear God (God), make me a bird (Bird)
So I can fly far (Far)
Far, far away from here (Sky, skies)
Dear God (God), make me a bird (Bird)
So I can fly far
Disappear

Bridge: Freddie Gibbs
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, bitch, uhh

Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs
Dear God, make me a bird (Nigga)
So I can get a rental, hit the interstate and serve
Geary nigga sellin' packets, I'm central, I got some nerve
Black Antonio Montana, my testicles are my word
All I got, nigga, and I don't break 'em or shake 'em
[?] toss a [?] Christina go wake 'em up
Every time I hit the kitchen, I would Pyrex and raise it up
Mayweather vs McGregor, we was fuckin' some paper up, yeah, uh
Shot some niggas in Vegas
I'm tryna kick some gang politics, Lord knows that ain't stoppin' shit
Godfather 5, so that black and red what I'm rockin' with
And it's big Finball poppin', everything droppin' bitch
Yeah, I'm 'bout to make me a bird
Lockin' up this puppy so my son ain't gotta serve
Any nigga thinkin' I left 'em hangin', I let 'em burn
Tryna flex the game on the K train, they never learn, nigga

Chorus: Spank Nitti James
Dear God (God), make me a bird (Bird)
So I can fly far (Far)
Far, far away from here (Sky, skies)
Dear God (God), make me a bird (Bird)
So I can fly far (Far)
Far, far away from here (Sky, skies)
Dear God (God), make me a bird (Bird)
So I can fly far (Far)
Far, far away from here (Sky, skies)
Dear God (God), make me a bird (Bird)
So I can fly far
Disappear