Perfect Pitch

Coolin'
Ay I just be coolin'
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Coolin'
I just be coolin'
You in the crib we in the building
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You in the crib we in the building
This is my shit you lil niggas my children
I got a hit
I got a hit like perfect pitch
And I'm in this bitch
I'm in this bitch getting high as the ceiling
Don't talk much yea I just be chillin'
Perfect pitch I'd rather just listen

I came to fuck up the game like a glitch
I been having my way give a fuck bout a bitch
I came out the darkness to light up my wrist
Neck and I got Rick Owen kicks
Lil nigga I'm lifted you can't take my spirit
They still tryna do it but Steelo been did it
I'm pouring no wok yeah I still make a spillage
When I was down bad and I was broke had to fix it
Now it's just flights luggage and bitches
Bitch yeah and I'm going the distance
I'm on my way drop a call if you miss it
I'm chasing a bag I can't stop of for Christmas
On top of my shit I'm a star nigga
Pussy lil nigga you know who we are
Expensive clothes and exotic cars
Rockstar shit like Rod Stewart
Swervin' a pothole change manoeuvres
They say my name got a ring to it
I treat the streets like a red carpet
All of these niggas the same foreal
Real deal pretty I'm Steez Flacko
Talk that sit you gon' meet the chopper
Rick Owens kicks I been marching
I hit the stage now we rockin
Left right I'll pull the racks out
I'll make a bad bitch pass out
Yeah I spent it all like last night
Bout to make it all back that's a rewind
I'm in the front niggas behind
And it's been this way since knee high
And I got the wave like a seaside
Man I'm in this bitch I'm cruisin'

You in the crib we in the building
This is my shit you lil niggas my children
I got a hit
I got a hit like perfect pitch
And I'm in this bitch
I'm in this bitch getting high as the ceiling
Don't talk much yea I just be chillin'
Perfect pitch I'd rather just listen



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Writer(s): Olatunji Odu
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