Nobody's Perfect (feat. UnspokenViews)

Grandma always told me
Mind yo business
Keep yo head up
Or they'll catch you slippin
Don't let them streetlights catch you
Demons lurkin
And put your faith in God
Because nobody's perfect

No, I can't believe it
They hatin' on me 365
Without a fuckin' reason
4 Seasons of the bullshit
I'm just tryna find a way
To make it through
Skip, run and I jump
You better move
'Bout to dive right in
No swimming pools
You niggas stuck in the boxes
Cubicles
I got too many colors on me
Like Rubix's cubes
I'm so coordinated with it
Just check the shoes
I ain't got enough to brag about
The price tag
Spend my money on some Vans
Yeah, I like that
Ain't a bad boy
But I'm gonna take that
You will never catch me
Chillin where the snakes at
I'm on the other side
Cuttin up my own shit
Always gotta keep the grass low
Lookin' head-ass
(Huh)
I stay careful
Lord, forgive those
Who think I give a fuck
About top 10
When I can be a millionaire
Do it 10 more times
And now I'm on the list they put out
When they know that you rich
Tell me, what don't make sense
Forbes, you get it yet
You cry over placement
Shit, I'm fighting for bigger cheques
This here is another chess move
I can't win
If I start to move the way that y'all do
Views

Grandma always told me
Mind yo business
Keep yo head up
Or they'll catch you slippin
Don't let them streetlights catch you
Demons lurkin
And put your faith in God
Because nobody's perfect

Only speakin' on my truth
My money tree has been takin' root
And if you gonna ignore my proof
Then keep your station on mute (Lil bish)
I'm a new hope
I got the remote
Adjust the laser when I shoot
Super troopers start to storm
These aren't the droids
That you looking for
Nerdy boy like Nardwar
Be like
Doo doo lee doo doo
So what the fuck you rappin for
If it isn't to improve
Improve yourself
Improve your wealth
And everybody who supports you
I'll diss you for the sport, foo
But what's a street fight next to Kung Fu
Lift your hands if you wanna dance
Betchu in round one, that this man will son you
(Unh)
Shark is cold, I'll snatch your soul
Like Shang Tsung do
You are what you eat
But it still don't teach you
Like a tongue do
Hip Hop don't come in food
See matter of fact it's not in straps
These slaps, or these Nike shoes
Ivory towers where these cowards
Get their views, but we refuse
Coz ours is often unspoken
Getting highs to forget our lows
We steady ganja smokin
Everybody's broken
But my heart is unhinged
Imperfect but always open

Gotta keep it pushin'
'Til it's curtains
I'm always on my job
Y'all see me workin'
I get way too deep
Stick to the surface
Why be a rapper
When I can be a
Wordsmith
Gotta keep it pushin'
'Til it's curtains
I'm always on my job
Y'all see me workin'
I get way too deep
Stick to the surface
Why be a rapper
When I can be a
Wordsmith

(Y'all ain't ready)
(Unh)
Beast mode
Shark tryna flow
Where the beats go
Keep a small circle
Like peepholes
My shit's cold
Where'd the heat go
I don't play though
Mind like Plato
I'm smooth like Sango
No chains like Django
Hundred dolla bill to yo peso
Gimme cheese from these countries
Pack the queso
My queens don't move
'Til the playa say so
We never bored
In the same accord
E. Honda fast
Snatchin' them pay notes
See that's quick with moves
Always 3 steps ahead of you
Bow your head as I bless the youth
Achoo
I'm sick with it
Quick-witted
Snitches get picked off the map
Like this a game of quidditch
I am a wizard
You the lizard
Against Spider-Man
Wrapped up in the webs
Of your lies again
I'd give you a hand
But you don't deserve the type I'd lend
I tried to spend my stipend and
The savings that I tried to give
To better my environment
If my life ends
All that matters is the time I've spent
And we both know lil bish
That you can't afford that shit



Credits
Writer(s): Breanda Bullock
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