[verse 1]
An ant to a leviathan why these rappers keep wildin?
Since I have been the focus of devotion I need some vicodins
For the stress I been feeling, for the d**hs I been dealing
For the friends turned enemies just trying to reach the ceiling
Cause I'm sick of the appealing, dumbing it down cause they don't respect you
Something like clowns stringing you on cause they don't expect to
Give you a proper product with the prices they demanding
When admissions free best believe they'll go and try and get the stand ins
I got the whole world serving as a stage
Only 5 seats reserved, it's still my blood on display
It's they effort I disdain, it's the lessening of taste
In this genre it's the bane, to keep it simple numb and plain
It is so mundane, they left less with what they came
The other side is greener coming from that tinted pane
And if I had to pull the plug end it all today
You will see there's no tomorrow when the life has gone away
[hook]
They call me Birdman, soaring so high
I'm burning Icarus if he ever dare try
[verse 2]
Hit em in the eye, you can say I'm liable
To get em by surprise when I'm in the rhyme zone
Fine tone I supply you can even buy bulk
High hopes satisfied as I hang em by the dry ropes
My scope accurate, delivery is clean
Pyro addict sh**, turning up degrees
Pine sol laminated, cool enough to breeze
Styrofoam activists tryna' k** my steeze
[hook]
They call me Birdman, soaring so high
I'm burning Icarus if he ever dare try