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Bitch, I did it, I made it, I'm loved and I'm hated I started from the bottom, now my neighborhood is gated They say, "Drink to your accomplishments," so every night I'm faded Feel like every other day, me and somebody new related You're my sister, cousin, brother from the other side? (The other side) Well, I don't know who told you that (my mama), well, she fucking lied Ayy, wake up, wake up, get your cake up, cut it up like it's cocaine, shake up All the streets with all these beats, I body beats, I'm not discreet (pеr-per-perfect) This is how I feel on the inside All you non-talent rappin' motherfuckers better run and hide You worthless, you have no purpose, fuckin' imposter You gots to get it through your head, you won't never get no handout Fuckin' with your ass, it'd be like throwing a band out (per-per-perfect) My flow increased, my dough increased, you know I leave them all deceased I am a fucking beast, I'm from the East, I keep the peace, don't need a piece But I keep a piece, got it, capisce? That boy gon' eat, this is a feast Once I release, I'm smokin' trees, I bought my shit, I don't need no lease So fuck you up like Master P (perfect), this shit right here a masterpiece I'm comin' in hot like the police, shooting my shot like the police All on the block like the police, man, who gon' (stop, stop) The police from leaving bodies in the motherfuckin' streets, man? Man, fuck the police, when they come to my peeps, he put the hole in his cheek (yeah!) Gold on my teeth and my pockets obese like I got the get-money-disease (right!) I want my B's, I got more with the heat when I speak, I put rappers to sleep (yeah!) When I get geeked, I go black on the beat and I'm peeling them off of my cleats Don't stand in my way, hope you offended today, okay I got some Hannibal ways and I treat 'em like dinner today, no way I get to feeling the bass and I'm saying my grace and I fuck around, bite off your face Glock is not tucked on the waist, I just spit a sixteen and watch everyone duck in the place Perfect, got a bad bitch that's perfect Just bought a new crib, that's perfect VVS in my JID, that's perfect Got a billion streams, that's perfect And a couple billboards, I'm perfect See clowns in the game, circus Red dot, all I know is I murk 'em, burn 'em Washing 'em all, detergent Me and Nicki got a couple bitties twerking Got a condo in the city full of Persians And we got a tour bus full of virgins Swervin, Murci' hit the curb and Why you dumb rappers ain't learning? Make it look good but ain't earning All of your jewelry turning I'm starting to get too concerning I burnt up the track like a furnace Been floating so long, I'm a star in the sky and I start to forget what the Earth is (fire) Uh, I quarantine with a foreign ting Gucci sweats with the drawstrings, eating X like soybeans Smiling like I'm Paul Wall, sipping all this Pauline She got a body like an RR, I sleep inside it like a RV Gimme Adderall, gimme perc, fuck it, I'm still on full alert I eat every pussy on Earth and still have room for dessert I got porn stars on call, I got Warhol on the wall Point a sawed-off at your skull (bow) skull all on the wall Catch your guard dog off guard Get too fucking high, never fall hard Cut the lights off in the RR She look out the roof and see the Star Wars And these diamonds got no flaws That's flawless, all wins, no losses Perfecto, that's foreign Tunechi, de nada
Writer(s): Michael John Mule, Robert Bryson Hall Ii, Isaac Deboni, Arjun Ivatury, Keanu Dean Torres Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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