Perfect People

Verse 1:
Feeling like goldilocks
Tryna get my life just right
Tried to do the corporate
But no necktie
Choke in cubicles
Eat my cuticles
Now tell me what you would do
When you bored
From a ramen diet
God please
Haagen dazs me
Premium paycheck
Can’t even afford Safe sex
No getting what you doing late texts
So no, no I’m not sinning much
And my parents
No they not grinning much
Prayers send em up
Blessings ended up
In the outbox
Can I get enough?
I need a break
They raise stakes
My degree obsolete
Soon as I got it
University ain’t focused on the teaching
University is schooling for the profit
I’m just one in a billion
They try to put on the brochure
My pigment push they agenda
They won’t protect me from lenders
That’s the thing that makes us want sell drugs
And makes the ends meet with endo
We don’t even have chances
Worth blowing like games of nintendo
If you feel me
Can I get a 10-4?
Know i’m preaching for my kinfolk
Graduating just to end up
Where we started
Mmm…
That ain’t no end goal
But look at me complaining
‘cause my life ain’t too sweet
Put some poke on my prayers
God, pika choose me

Chorus:
I don’t know no perfect people
But all my homies is lit
Tryna do the right thing
Get this money legit
I don’t know no perfect people
But all my homies is lit
God keep blessing us with doors open
Valet the whip

Verse 2:
My homie tending to his Tinder
While he posting up
His long-time girl on instagram
Bro-code
Tells me that i’m stevie wonder
But my moral compass
Wanna snitch on fam
Try to put myself
In his shoes
But i’m tied up
With my own problems
String along
Baggage from the past
They don't wanna hear it
Like i’m writing
For the wrong column
Gotta let my ego win the foot race
Gotta stop being a hypocrite
Holding others to a higher standard
Just so I can stick around
And get the benefits
Between good and bad playing dodgeball
2 sides of me about to pop off
My faults only make me human
But the good word
Is calling me an odd-ball
Can I be the people’s champ
Paul wall?
Am too imperfect
For all y’all?
Fall short
Like when tryna dunk
On the ball court
But I got good defense
If you point fingers
At my artwork
Man this hard work
Sensitive sensitive
It’s always intention
That i’m out to be the best
Bird early
Got my worm
Tryna see the steps
Train like rocky
Got my scotty hotty
Coal stepping stones
Where I need a bridge
Can’t balance
What I need and what i get
Short - handed
Leaping over pits
Long - legged Devil
Tryna grab me by the ankle
Get me
Tripping up in all my emo fits
I’m depressed now
Like the chemo missed

Chorus:
I don’t know no perfect people
But all my homies is lit
Tryna do the right thing
Get this money legit
I don’t know no perfect people
But all my homies is lit
God keep blessing us with doors open
Valet the whip