Not Perfect (feat. Trap Travi)

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I ain't got no regrets 'cause I'm not perfect
Shawty see me in this Rick she gone f*ck for certain
(Yea) Amiri jeans they fit me right
Might get my bitch a birkin
C4 just rolled up a blunt got me high as a kite
We smoke exotic all night, we do this shit every night
Step out the crib and I'm fresh everyday
I live this shit up like it's my last
I just hopped in the whip that's a Lexus truck
I took me some Lucy now look at me leveled up
I'm a real rockstar I ain't fakin' this shit
If he come around thinkin' it's sweet then we takin his shit
Worth too much make too much I ain't fightin' get blasted
That boy died in Lenox & that shit is tragic
Got money I spend it cuz I get it faster
I pray my lil brother love life & don't try to live fast
& the higher I get I feel better no cap
& they ask how I'm doin it how I'm blowin' so fast
They like Trap where you been I been workin
I can't cap I been good I'm not perfect
Livin life I think I found my purpose
All them nights I was down now it's finally worth it
Heard that boy was a clown send 'em back to the circus
I been doublin' down I just had to stay focused
How you run outta cash better get you some motion
No, no, no that shit not addin' up
I know my Momma she had enough
I was broke I was mad as f*ck
I told bro I got his back fasho
Hit the road I can't look back nomo
Just got a new pack now I'm wrappin the load
Heard that bitch was a nat told that ho' hit the road
& I stay wit the gang I don't know what you thought
I'm so high in this bitch guess it must be the Moonrocks
We got fye in this bitch yea my brodie keep 2 glocks
I can't f*ck wit these niggas these niggas be too soft
When you walk in my house yea you gotta take yo shoes off
I ain't got no regrets 'cause I'm not perfect
Shawty see me in this Rick she gone f*ck for certain
(Yea) Amiri jeans they fit me right
Might get my bitch a birkin
C4 just rolled up a blunt got me high as a kite
We smoke exotic all night, we do this shit every night
What we talkin' bout if we not talkin' bout no cash
I was broke and I was down & then I flipped a couple bags
& I know Phipps he got my back he keep a stick wit a grip attached
& SB so slimey I know he behind me
He keep em a rocket ready to blast off
I got to LA cash I got cash now
At the top of the telly with Bakkwood
I went to the bank to go pull them racks out
Hit that bitch from the back she gone tap out
All them hoes wanna come see Trap house
I done came a long way from the Trap house
I just smoked so much weed I might pass out
Let me call this bitch back 'fore she spazz out
Heard that boy was a clown send 'em back to the circus
I been doublin' down I just had to stay focused
How you run outta cash better get you some motion
No, no, no that shit not addin' up
I know my Momma she had enough
I was broke I was mad as f*ck
I told bro I got his back fasho
Hit the road I can't look back nomo
Just got a new pack now I'm wrappin the load
Heard that bitch was a nat told that ho' hit the road
& I stay wit the gang I don't know what you thought
I'm so high in this bitch guess it must be the Moonrocks
We got fye in this bitch yea my brodie keep 2 glocks
I can't f*ck wit these niggas these niggas be too soft
When you walk in my house yea you gotta take yo shoes off

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