Imperfect
I always felt like
It was somethin' holding me back
I don't know
They like damn he got a problem
When they front him they can't stop him
Boy, we straight up off the bottom
Like my green stacked up in columns
Spit some shit that you can't follow
Continue downin' all the bottles
Don't let me waste the night
Tweakin' and zonin'
Got yo girl up on my phone and she skypin' me now
Removin' her clothes
Do not ask me how
I cannot sell you no lie
But the truth be told
I write these lyrics and go
And then I'm back on the road
Because my money can't slow
I need that residual
I'm like 6'6 fasho
Coulda been on the court
But I picked up the mic
You know that feelin' that you get when some shit feel right
In the service or the streets, I'm still riskin' my life
I might be never comin' home
I gotta do this shit alone
That's that feeling I felt
Make sure I'm right with God
And that I'm right with myself
Do this shit with my team
We don't need no help
I just know I can't be broke out here livin' in hell
So I start writin' some shit
Recording and well
Well, well, well, well
The powerless too often become prejudice
And predictably power hungry
Prepared to prevent, prevail, and pre-eliminate
Any possibility of perfection
Not realizing that we as humans
Are perfectly imperfect
Perfectly imperfect
Perfectly imperfect
Get it that way
See me runnin' from my past days
It ain't no peace in them ash trays
I sense the heat in the fast lane
Ain't no defeat on my last name
I take a seat on my dad's grave
That nigga dead to me
I'm a living legacy
Of what was meant to be
Look at what was left for me
Scraps and confusion
I sip the Hennessy and defeat the illusion
Bout to blow up in this bitch
Can you peep the contusion
Lil' nigga take ya pick
My team the solution
I ain't perfect, that's for certain
She ain't perfect but she worth it
See her workin' know she hurtin'
Back is strong with the burden
Daddy gone, prolly lurkin'
Same song different versions
Niggas pull up like the Persians
With them gifts, and them tricks
She number thirty on the list
She can't see that through the mist
Eyes open on the kiss
Take her feelings out the mix
She look back like who the fuck is this?
Before you know what you got it's gone
I'm learning to be grateful out here
I always been grateful
I always been grateful
It was somethin' holding me back
I don't know
They like damn he got a problem
When they front him they can't stop him
Boy, we straight up off the bottom
Like my green stacked up in columns
Spit some shit that you can't follow
Continue downin' all the bottles
Don't let me waste the night
Tweakin' and zonin'
Got yo girl up on my phone and she skypin' me now
Removin' her clothes
Do not ask me how
I cannot sell you no lie
But the truth be told
I write these lyrics and go
And then I'm back on the road
Because my money can't slow
I need that residual
I'm like 6'6 fasho
Coulda been on the court
But I picked up the mic
You know that feelin' that you get when some shit feel right
In the service or the streets, I'm still riskin' my life
I might be never comin' home
I gotta do this shit alone
That's that feeling I felt
Make sure I'm right with God
And that I'm right with myself
Do this shit with my team
We don't need no help
I just know I can't be broke out here livin' in hell
So I start writin' some shit
Recording and well
Well, well, well, well
The powerless too often become prejudice
And predictably power hungry
Prepared to prevent, prevail, and pre-eliminate
Any possibility of perfection
Not realizing that we as humans
Are perfectly imperfect
Perfectly imperfect
Perfectly imperfect
Get it that way
See me runnin' from my past days
It ain't no peace in them ash trays
I sense the heat in the fast lane
Ain't no defeat on my last name
I take a seat on my dad's grave
That nigga dead to me
I'm a living legacy
Of what was meant to be
Look at what was left for me
Scraps and confusion
I sip the Hennessy and defeat the illusion
Bout to blow up in this bitch
Can you peep the contusion
Lil' nigga take ya pick
My team the solution
I ain't perfect, that's for certain
She ain't perfect but she worth it
See her workin' know she hurtin'
Back is strong with the burden
Daddy gone, prolly lurkin'
Same song different versions
Niggas pull up like the Persians
With them gifts, and them tricks
She number thirty on the list
She can't see that through the mist
Eyes open on the kiss
Take her feelings out the mix
She look back like who the fuck is this?
Before you know what you got it's gone
I'm learning to be grateful out here
I always been grateful
I always been grateful
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Writer(s): King Reh
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