How I Did It (Perfection)

Get gone and get with it

Hate it or love it

I can't even lie man

Sometimes I'm like f**k it

This should be addition

These niggas subtractin'

And why I'm so tense man

I should be relaxin'

Remember times on the highway

With them ten

Done it all the best

Cause I've never seen the pen

Still do it for the streets cause

They taught that boy a lesson

You done it how I did it man

They call that shit perfection

I'm from a small hood

But I had big dreams

My uncle Robert taught me

How to use the big beam

That was right

Before he caught his life sentences

Do what you gotta

Just put your life in it (hey)

Me and Goldmouth in this jeep

We on the road

All I saw was red and blue lights

I thought he told

Butterflies as we going

Through this roadblock

Ask yourself questions like

(is this where my road stop)

I'm tryna be cool this nigga nervous

He sweatin' like a two dollar

Whore in Sunday Service

Got at least two blocks of

Hard back in this bitch

Right now I'm thinkin'

We should've better packaged this shit

God works in mysterious ways

And yes He do

Said "Mister that's a nice Cherokee"

And they let us through

So don't get to talkin' these records

I sold millions

3 5 off in Magic

I bought billions

Get gone and get with it

Hate it or love it

I can't even lie man

Sometimes I'm like f**k it

This should be addition

These niggas subtractin'

And why I'm so tense man

I should be relaxin'

Remember times on the highway

With them ten

Done it all the best

Cause I've never seen the pen

Still do it for the streets cause

They taught that boy a lesson

You done it how I did it man

They call that shit perfection

Hit my nigga up on the chirp

Said "What's the ticket "

24 extra 5

Nigga show you how to whip it

I'm getting cooking

Next to homies

They counting the cash man

What to do with the wrap

(Never put it in the trash can )

This shit is so deep

I'm talking so deep

I'm the king of the kitchen now

This is my sink

I'm the king of the kitchen

Nigga this is my stove

That's why I got my own lane

Bitch I made my own road

(That's right )

Now I'm movin' weight

Like a trainer and a diet

Used to put the work

In a bag and then I tie it

Flashbacks I can't deny

But you tell them police ass niggas

"Bitch I'm retired"

That's why I do it

For the ones in the street

Ones in the cage

All the shit I'm goin' through

I should be askin' for a raise

Don't get to talkin' this work

I made millions

3 5 off in Visions I bought billions

Get gone and get with it

Hate it or love it

I can't even lie man

Sometimes I'm like f**k it

This should be addition

These niggas subtractin'

And why I'm so tense man

I should be relaxin'

Remember times on the highway

With them ten

Done it all the best

Cause I've never seen the pen

Still do it for the streets cause

They taught that boy a lesson

You done it how I did it man

They call that shit perfection