Not Perfect
I ain't got no regrets 'cause I'm not perfect
Shawty see me in this Rick she gone fuck for certain
(Yea) Amiri jeans they fit me right
Might get my bitch a birkin
C4 just rolled up a blunt got me high as a kite
We smoke exotic all night, we do this shit every night
Step out the crib and I'm fresh everyday
I live this shit up like it's my last
I just hopped in the whip that's a Lexus truck
I took me some Lucy now look at me leveled up
I'm a real rockstar I ain't fakin' this shit
If he come around thinkin' it's sweet then we takin his shit
Worth too much make too much I ain't fightin' get blasted
That boy died in Lenox and that shit is tragic
Got money I spend it cuz I get it faster
I pray my lil brother love life and don't try to live fast
And the higher I get I feel better no cap
And they ask how I'm doin it how I'm blowin' so fast
They like Trap where you been I been workin
I can't cap I been good I'm not perfect
Livin life I think I found my purpose
All them nights I was down now it's finally worth it
Heard that boy was a clown send 'em back to the circus
I been doublin' down I just had to stay focused
How you run outta cash better get you some motion
No, no, no that shit not addin' up
I know my Momma she had enough
I was broke I was mad as fuck
I told bro I got his back fasho
Hit the road I can't look back nomo
Just got a new pack now I'm wrappin the load
Heard that bitch was a nat told that ho' hit the road
And I stay wit the gang I don't know what you thought
I'm so high in this bitch guess it must be the Moonrocks
We got fye in this bitch yea my brodie keep 2 glocks
I can't fuck wit these niggas these niggas be too soft
When you walk in my house yea you gotta take yo shoes off
I ain't got no regrets 'cause I'm not perfect
Shawty see me in this Rick she gone fuck for certain
(Yea) Amiri jeans they fit me right
Might get my bitch a birkin
C4 just rolled up a blunt got me high as a kite
We smoke exotic all night, we do this shit every night
What we talkin' bout if we not talkin' bout no cash
I was broke and I was down and then I flipped a couple bags
And I know Phipps he got my back he keep a stick wit a grip attached
And SB so slimey I know he behind me
He keep em a rocket ready to blast off
I got to LA cash I got cash now
At the top of the telly with Bakkwood
I went to the bank to go pull them racks out
Hit that bitch from the back she gone tap out
All them hoes wanna come see Trap house
I done came a long way from the Trap house
I just smoked so much weed I might pass out
Let me call this bitch back 'fore she spazz out
Heard that boy was a clown send 'em back to the circus
I been doublin' down I just had to stay focused
How you run outta cash better get you some motion
No, no, no that shit not addin' up
I know my Momma she had enough
I was broke I was mad as fuck
I told bro I got his back fasho
Hit the road I can't look back nomo
Just got a new pack now I'm wrappin the load
Heard that bitch was a nat told that ho' hit the road
And I stay wit the gang I don't know what you thought
I'm so high in this bitch guess it must be the Moonrocks
We got fye in this bitch yea my brodie keep 2 glocks
I can't fuck wit these niggas these niggas be too soft
When you walk in my house yea you gotta take yo shoes off
Shawty see me in this Rick she gone fuck for certain
(Yea) Amiri jeans they fit me right
Might get my bitch a birkin
C4 just rolled up a blunt got me high as a kite
We smoke exotic all night, we do this shit every night
Step out the crib and I'm fresh everyday
I live this shit up like it's my last
I just hopped in the whip that's a Lexus truck
I took me some Lucy now look at me leveled up
I'm a real rockstar I ain't fakin' this shit
If he come around thinkin' it's sweet then we takin his shit
Worth too much make too much I ain't fightin' get blasted
That boy died in Lenox and that shit is tragic
Got money I spend it cuz I get it faster
I pray my lil brother love life and don't try to live fast
And the higher I get I feel better no cap
And they ask how I'm doin it how I'm blowin' so fast
They like Trap where you been I been workin
I can't cap I been good I'm not perfect
Livin life I think I found my purpose
All them nights I was down now it's finally worth it
Heard that boy was a clown send 'em back to the circus
I been doublin' down I just had to stay focused
How you run outta cash better get you some motion
No, no, no that shit not addin' up
I know my Momma she had enough
I was broke I was mad as fuck
I told bro I got his back fasho
Hit the road I can't look back nomo
Just got a new pack now I'm wrappin the load
Heard that bitch was a nat told that ho' hit the road
And I stay wit the gang I don't know what you thought
I'm so high in this bitch guess it must be the Moonrocks
We got fye in this bitch yea my brodie keep 2 glocks
I can't fuck wit these niggas these niggas be too soft
When you walk in my house yea you gotta take yo shoes off
I ain't got no regrets 'cause I'm not perfect
Shawty see me in this Rick she gone fuck for certain
(Yea) Amiri jeans they fit me right
Might get my bitch a birkin
C4 just rolled up a blunt got me high as a kite
We smoke exotic all night, we do this shit every night
What we talkin' bout if we not talkin' bout no cash
I was broke and I was down and then I flipped a couple bags
And I know Phipps he got my back he keep a stick wit a grip attached
And SB so slimey I know he behind me
He keep em a rocket ready to blast off
I got to LA cash I got cash now
At the top of the telly with Bakkwood
I went to the bank to go pull them racks out
Hit that bitch from the back she gone tap out
All them hoes wanna come see Trap house
I done came a long way from the Trap house
I just smoked so much weed I might pass out
Let me call this bitch back 'fore she spazz out
Heard that boy was a clown send 'em back to the circus
I been doublin' down I just had to stay focused
How you run outta cash better get you some motion
No, no, no that shit not addin' up
I know my Momma she had enough
I was broke I was mad as fuck
I told bro I got his back fasho
Hit the road I can't look back nomo
Just got a new pack now I'm wrappin the load
Heard that bitch was a nat told that ho' hit the road
And I stay wit the gang I don't know what you thought
I'm so high in this bitch guess it must be the Moonrocks
We got fye in this bitch yea my brodie keep 2 glocks
I can't fuck wit these niggas these niggas be too soft
When you walk in my house yea you gotta take yo shoes off
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Writer(s): Tyler Washington
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