perfectionist
alchemist, the
father never corrected me
streets showed me no sympathy
heart rate accelerate on other amateurs
and i murder anything in my parameter
if they disrespect us we slide on them like a banister
balling like fuck stamina
san fran bricks got bricks in l.a
publisher watch the money
i got bricks on this plane
and my nigga brick on his way
just did a dime for a brick of the yay'
i'm switching up my bricks like my kicks with my lay
never keep them bricks where you stay
all my women photogenic they never depreciate
it's strictly about the cake
quarters to half's on my road to the riches
all real niggas just playing different positions
ross gon be the quarterback
i'mma run this quarter back
feds try to intercept a nigga like a corner back
make a nigga pay a couple birds to get his daughter back
clean it all up at the laundromat
frank lucas furs at the fight on my cellular
pretty women and spinnin'
a nigga start and he finish
so therefore i'm dropping soon like tyson was in the ring hah
i'mma stunt if it mean i gotta break a bone
me and meek milly in the hood on chrome
double-m g and we 20 million strong
don't matter if it's chess or checkers cause it's all blocks
i'm in this 911 porsche with a bald spot
and we don't call cops nigga
fuck the competition i bury the cock-a-roaches
faint when you see what i pull up out the holster
remember what yo mama told ya
we the real g's and the well paid soldiers
we taking over i'm just giving niggas heads up
just to let 'em know we dead up
we just do shit like this for no reason