Perfect

[Hook: Jimmy Johnson]
I done poured so much lean in my cup that it got a nigga turnin'
Taking sip after sip plus my eyes red from all this weed burnin'
Cause yo everything I do it's just gotta be perfect
Cause yo everything I do it's just gotta be perfect

[Verse 1: Jimmy Johnson]
Cause niggas, niggas can't jock my style
Cause niggas ain't flee like me
When I'm sober I don't crack no smiles
Cause I'm just tryna eat and ain't a damn thing sweet
Just a young nigga turned killa for the skrilla
Xanny got me rolling like an 18 wheeler
Real talk, I ain't had this feeling in a long long while
So I just wanna hang when I pop my slang
Cause even though I'm on I still rep my gang
All my niggas prime man it's in our veins
No new niggas, cause niggas turn strange
Turned old niggas, most the niggas turn fake
Now I'm heavy in the game, some plottin' niggas see me in the range
With my plug now they scheming on my name
That's why I had to go and cop a K

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Jimmy Johnson]
I'm in the hood, I'm good, I wish a nigga would
She tryna chill for real she know we really freel
My life a movie come shoot me
So I can make a sequel
I'm with my peoples no equals my crew is too illegal
Watch us burn like a hundred bands
And make these hoes do the money dance
I'm futuristic I'm too advanced
You had your shot but you blew your chance

[Bridge: Jimmy Johnson]
Oooooaaaauuuh I've been getting faded for a long long time
That's why I hate it when these bitches try to blow my high
Cause I'm just in the city trying to live my life
And I'm just in the city trying to live my life

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Jimmy Johnson]
Yeah lord knows, it's just gotta be the cornrows
And the all black wardrobe
Uptown nigga with the rose gold
It's either that or I don't know
But these niggas all on my old flows
I'm just in my own zone like word to god I need a phone
Cause we took the whole 6 global
But fuck the world we immortal
Bullets sprayed at my old foes
Blood stains on my timbos
Yayo dance in that benzo
Wide body in the endzone cause Brandon Marshall my syndrome
Dollar signs on my mental
I need an Oscar like De la Renta
Freel nigga I be stone cold
Yeah I be stone cold
Freel nigga I be stone cold
Yeah I be stone cold
It's gotta be a lot of thangs
Like them diamond rangs
And them fur coats
And designer frames
And them big chains with a lot blang