Testo Perfect [feat. Lil Wayne & A$AP Ferg] - Logic feat. Lil Wayne & A$AP Ferg
Testo della canzone Perfect [feat. Lil Wayne & A$AP Ferg] (Logic feat. Lil Wayne & A$AP Ferg), tratta dall'album Perfect (Remix) [feat. Lil Wayne & A$AP Ferg] - Single
B-, I did it, I made it, I'm loved, and I'm hated
I started from the bottom, now my neighborhood is gated
They say, "Drink to your accomplishments", so every night I'm faded
Feel like every other day, me and somebody new related
You're my sister, cousin, brother from the other side? (The other side)
I don't know who told you that (my mama)
Well, she f- lied
Ayy, wake up, wake up, get your cake up
Cut it up like its c-, shake up
All the streets with all these beats
I body beats, I'm not discreet (per-per-perfect)
This is how I feel on the inside
All you non-talent rappin' motherf- better run and hide
You worthless, you have no purpose, f- imposter
You gots to get it through your head
You won't never get no handout
F- with your a-, it'd be like throwin' a band out (per-per-perfect)
My flow increased, my dough increased
You know I leave them all dec-
I am a f- beast, I'm from the East
I keep the peace, don't need a p-
But I keep a piece, got it, capisce?
That boy gon' eat, this is a feast
Once I release, I'm smokin' trees
I bought my s-, I don't need no lease
So f- you up like Master P (perfect)
This sh- right here, a masterpiece
I'm comin' in hot like the police, shootin' my shot like the police
All on the block like the police, man, who gon'? (Stop, stop)
The police from leavin' bodies in the motherf- streets, man?
Man, f- the police, when they come to my peeps
He put the hole in his cheek (yeah)
Gold on my teeth and my pockets obese
Like I got the get money disease (right)
I want my B's, I got more with the heat
When I speak, I put rappers to sleep (yeah)
When I get geeked, I go black on the beat
And I'm peelin' them off of my cleats
Don't stand in my way (hope you offended today), okay
I got some Hannibal ways, and I treat 'em like dinner today (no way)
I get to feelin' the bass
And I'm sayin' my Grace, and I f- around, bite off your face
Glock is not tucked on the waist
I just spit a .16, and watch everyone duck in the place
Perfect, got a bad b- that's perfect (yeah)
Just bought a new crib, that's perfect
VVS in my JID, that's perfect
Got a billion streams, that's perfect (right)
And a couple billboards, I'm perfect
See clowns in the game, circus
Red dot, all I know is I murk 'em, burn 'em
Washin' 'em up, detergent (yeah)
Me and Nicki got a couple bitties twerkin'
Got a condo in the city full of Persians (right)
And we got a tour bus full of virgins
Swervin, Murci' hit the curb and
Why you dumb rappers ain't learnin'? (Yeah)
Make it look good, but ain't earnin' (right)
All of your jewelry turnin' (yeah)
I'm startin' to get too concernin' (right)
I burnt up the track like a furnace (alright, that's right)
Been floatin' so long, I'm a star in the sky
And I start to forget what the Earth is (fire)
Uh, I quarantine with a foreign ting
Gucci sweats with the drawstrings, eatin' X like soybeans (per-per-perfect)
Smilin' like I'm Paul Wall, sippin' all this Pauline
She got a body like an RR, I sleep inside it like a RV
Gimme Adderall, gimme Perc', f- it, I'm still on full alert
I eat every p- on Earth, and still have room for dessert
I got p- stars on call, I got Warhol on the wall
Point a sawed-off at your skull, bow, skull all on the wall
Catch your guard dog off guard
Get too f- high, never fall hard
Cut the lights off in the RR
She look out the roof, and see the Star Wars
And these diamonds got no flaws
That's flawless, all wins, no losses
Perfecto, that's foreign, Tunechi, de nada
Credits
Writer(s): Arjun Ivatury, Michael John Mule, Robert Bryson Hall Ii, Isaac Deboni, Keanu Dean Torres
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