Tryna' Be Perfect
That boy Guido (that boy Guido)
Yeah, we about to get it
We about to
We about to get it
That's a J.Mat
That's a J.Mat classic
Tryna' Be Perfect
But I don't ever practice
Half the shit I'm on
They don't do it like their taxes (taxes!)
They've been out here sleep, while I'm really getting active (active!)
Most these niggas sweet
Yeah, they're really like molasses
What kind of world are we living in? (wooo)
Yeah, we don't pretend
And the bad things are only stuff they recommend (ooo)
Every motherfucker wanna be the president (yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's not a comedy, I'm on that action like I'm John Wick
Made her her say yeah, on that Usher and Lil' John shit
She can hold me down, I ain't talking 'bout the bondage
We not on the track team
But we known to run shit (wooo)
Yeah, popping it off and I'm gone
Don't give no fuck what they on (the fuck is you on?)
You know that we sipping Patron
Doing this shit all alone (yeah, yeah)
Making this bread, I gotta condone
TD, I caught the ball inside the end zone
Too busy
I cannot come to the phone (wooo)
No changing your pitch
'Cause I don't like your tone
Tryna' Be Perfect
But I don't ever practice
Half the shit I'm on
They don't do it like their taxes (yeah)
They've been out here sleep
While I'm really getting active (yeah, yeah)
Most these niggas sweet
Yeah, they're really like molasses (uh)
What kind of world are we living in? (innn)
Yeah, we don't pretend ('tend)
And the bad things are only stuff they recommend (yæhh)
Every motherfucker wanna be the president (yah, be the president)
Smile now, cry later
Now is the time for celebrating
You just sit back while I demonstrate
How you on the ground while we elevated?
I do it all, you just delegate it
I do it myself like I masturbated
Making those plans, then I deviate it
Kind of like I'm, like I'm, like I'm (like I'm)
Leroy Jenkins, never got no plan
Beat on my chest, like I'm motherfucking Tarzan
God damn, god damn, hit me with the heart jams
Fighting motherfuckers like Jean-Claude Van Damme
Low kicks, high hats, let me hit the drum pad
Beat's so sick man, better hit the Zofran
Killing this shit like the motherfucking Wolfman
Get it, get it, get with the program (the prograaamm)
Not trying to be perfect, just trying to be worth it
I've been diving deep just so I can reach the surface (yahhh)
You been living life, you ain't even got a purpose
You're motherfucking worthless, motherfucking worthless
Yahhh (fuckin' worthlessss, yah)
Yahhh
Yeah, we about to get it
We about to
We about to get it
That's a J.Mat
That's a J.Mat classic
Tryna' Be Perfect
But I don't ever practice
Half the shit I'm on
They don't do it like their taxes (taxes!)
They've been out here sleep, while I'm really getting active (active!)
Most these niggas sweet
Yeah, they're really like molasses
What kind of world are we living in? (wooo)
Yeah, we don't pretend
And the bad things are only stuff they recommend (ooo)
Every motherfucker wanna be the president (yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's not a comedy, I'm on that action like I'm John Wick
Made her her say yeah, on that Usher and Lil' John shit
She can hold me down, I ain't talking 'bout the bondage
We not on the track team
But we known to run shit (wooo)
Yeah, popping it off and I'm gone
Don't give no fuck what they on (the fuck is you on?)
You know that we sipping Patron
Doing this shit all alone (yeah, yeah)
Making this bread, I gotta condone
TD, I caught the ball inside the end zone
Too busy
I cannot come to the phone (wooo)
No changing your pitch
'Cause I don't like your tone
Tryna' Be Perfect
But I don't ever practice
Half the shit I'm on
They don't do it like their taxes (yeah)
They've been out here sleep
While I'm really getting active (yeah, yeah)
Most these niggas sweet
Yeah, they're really like molasses (uh)
What kind of world are we living in? (innn)
Yeah, we don't pretend ('tend)
And the bad things are only stuff they recommend (yæhh)
Every motherfucker wanna be the president (yah, be the president)
Smile now, cry later
Now is the time for celebrating
You just sit back while I demonstrate
How you on the ground while we elevated?
I do it all, you just delegate it
I do it myself like I masturbated
Making those plans, then I deviate it
Kind of like I'm, like I'm, like I'm (like I'm)
Leroy Jenkins, never got no plan
Beat on my chest, like I'm motherfucking Tarzan
God damn, god damn, hit me with the heart jams
Fighting motherfuckers like Jean-Claude Van Damme
Low kicks, high hats, let me hit the drum pad
Beat's so sick man, better hit the Zofran
Killing this shit like the motherfucking Wolfman
Get it, get it, get with the program (the prograaamm)
Not trying to be perfect, just trying to be worth it
I've been diving deep just so I can reach the surface (yahhh)
You been living life, you ain't even got a purpose
You're motherfucking worthless, motherfucking worthless
Yahhh (fuckin' worthlessss, yah)
Yahhh
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Writer(s): Boso Incarnate
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