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