Nobody Perfect

Good sense-
Tales us from a young black male
Drope you're a genius, nigga
Peace so much, like
Uhh, I've been that nigga, guess they got them niggas
Her wise man told me it's cheaper to keep her
I only flow water, fool, I'm talkin' Fiji
Throw that money, bet I catch it like a wide receiver
From the ghetto with the yearnin' stripes, no Adidas
We used to sell Ayola, now we sellin' features
Just tryna dodge these bloodsuckin' leeches (yeah)
I swear livin' ain't easy and a bit easy

This plans the teachers ain't never teach us (they never teach us)
I used to hide that rig by Aunty Lisa (by Aunty Lisa)
Fuck the money, don't let that shit come between us (uhh)
Give a friend a little sample and I ain't leanin' (I ain't leanin')
Dope boys still fluttin', dope in they speakers
This hood got spoiler, dope boys need it (yeah)
I got it, no withdrawals, just deposits (deposits)
Fuck a hellboy, failure's not an option (not an option)

I told the fucker, honey, we keep it a thousand (keep it a thousand)
Fuck the fake love, I'm better without it
Talking blow on the phone, we call it Madonna
I've been chasing braids since, Hankunak Matata
From the era where they tell you, you touch it, you buy
From the era where they tell you, you trap or you die
In a trap, them niggas like hurry up and buy
In a trap, they clappin' like every other night

Nerds bad, I put some gas in the blunt
Bills through the first of the month, yeah
Reggie buzz when I run it up
Jesus' shadows work in the clutch
Stick a fuck ain't no fake fucks, them niggas done
Rest in peace in the big pimp, that's worth a bunt
This for my mans who in the hood who got them army guns
This for my man who front them keys, boy, I owe you one

Uhh
Nobody perfect, I'm flawed, I'm working on it
I'm introverted, I own it
Them same homies, my same homies
Minus the phony, we all want it
We all got dreams, we all want cream
All that shit, that's all I need
To get by, I still roll trees, I still get high

I still get flies in my spirit
Fresh like they just made me Cleanin' soap
My only fear is God and being broke
The flow my only hope, either that or sell dope
And my homie doing 20, I can't do that longer
Joe's success is so close, I could touch it
Niggas foul and one count the bucket, keep ballin'
Chatty patty, keep talkin', no concern for the bosses
Wins and losses, drip like the faucet Don't trip, keep talkin'

Money on the itinerary, let me get on my mission
Gotta get at the bread before you get at the bitches
I can tell you how to do it, but the missus is listenin'
Priorities and all the niggas
I matured, I slowed down to get to it
I went through it, I been through it, I went crazy
The boy still spaz on these tracks, though
My area, the bridge to the backstow
Well, they were selling squares before the apps, though

Niggas was online before the internet
Where they killed my nigga at?
I know you lookin' down, can you hear the raps?
Can you see the progress and where we gettin' at?
I hope my bro Smiths blow for Pete's sake
I hope my nigga Roe get his felt taken
I hope the whole squad keep elevatin'
All it take is some hard work and dedication
I'm dedicated, my dry game is crazy