Picture Perfect

歌詞

[Background] Uhhhhhyeeaaah [Joc's Dad] Everything that glitters ain't gold baby [Yung Joc] I hear ya Daddy [Chorus: x 2] I'm choppin 24's Blowin good dro Yeah, I got plenty Hoes Life ain't picture perfect Yeah ya see the ice And I dress nice Make 'em look twice Life ain't picture perfect Yeah I'm blowin on some good lime Skatin on two 85's Wouldn't believe half the shit that's skatin through a niggas mind 745 complimented with leather and wood Chickens on my dick 'cause a nigga fresh and smellin good Jack boys plottin on my stacks on deck Wanna put the Tec to my chest for the ice on my neck Oh yeah it's easy to attain it all Harder to maintain it all If you want a perfect picture only god can paint it dog Niggas in these videos with multi-platinum projects Can't even get credit cards And they Momma stay in projects How is that? Scratch my head Somethin don't seem right Ya teeth full of ice So when ya smile I seen lights Seems like I'm hatin I'm just statin the facts I ain't feelin' to smile in ya face and put a blade in your back Now try not to get caught up on the way shit looks 'Cause everything ain't picture perfect, just listen to the hook [Chorus: x 2] Yeah I'm off in magic city Trickin them ass and titties Bitches blowin me kisses makin me wanna hit it I must admit, got a good chick and she been holdin me down But I ain't fuckin around 'cause there is too much shit goin around Like the rims on my pickup Scared to get my dick sucked Nigga run into the clinic even from a hiccup Pick up the pieces from the fuckin puzzle I'm affiliated with niggas who murder, rob and hustle Plus you think I'm ballin 'cause I'm poppin Crys and spendin G's I'm just tryin to drink away the pain that killed my nigga steve Nigga please, I ain't shit Cookies and cream Feelin like Marvin it make me wanna holla and scream [Chorus: x 2] Now half the shit ya doin already been done And that's why half my niggas dead, locked up or on the run That dope money ain't sufficient it don't last all ways Niggas trap all night in project hallways All day long niggas front like stars On them big ass rims that most than they cars Spent 300 on a outfit a hundred on some nikes But his baby needs wopes, diapers and pedialite And you prolly' got a cousin, brother or a friend And this song sound like it from begging to end Then again it might be me And I'm tired of the nonsense Can't sleep at night cause I got a guilty conscience [Chorus: x 2] [Background:] can't you see? [over and over until it fades out]