How I Did It (Perfection)

Get gone and get with it, hate it or love it

I can't even lie man, sometimes I'm like fuck it

This should be addition, these niggas subtractin'

And why I'm so tense, man, I should be relaxin'

Remember times on the highway with them ten

Done it all the best, cause I've never seen the pen

Still do it for the streets cause they taught that boy a lesson

You done it how I did it, man, they call that shit perfection

I'm from a small hood, but I had big dreams

My uncle Robert taught me how to use the big beam

That was right before he caught his life sentences

Do what you gotta, just put your life in it, (hey)

Me and Goldmouth in this jeep, we on the road

All I saw was red and blue lights, I thought he told

Butterflies as we going through this roadblock

Ask yourself questions like (is this where my road stop?)

I'm tryna be cool, this nigga nervous

He sweatin' like a two dollar whore in Sunday Service

Got at least two blocks of hard back in this bitch

Right now I'm thinkin' we should've better packaged this shit

God works in mysterious ways and yes He do

Said "Mister that's a nice Cherokee" and they let us through

So, don't get to talkin' these records, I sold millions

3.5 off in Magic, I bought billions!

Get gone and get with it, hate it or love it

I can't even lie man, sometimes I'm like fuck it

This should be addition, these niggas subtractin'

And why I'm so tense, man, I should be relaxin'

Remember times on the highway with them ten

Done it all the best, cause I've never seen the pen

Still do it for the streets cause they taught that boy a lesson

You done it how I did it, man, they call that shit perfection

Hit my nigga up on the chirp, said "What's the ticket?"

24 extra 5, nigga show you how to whip it

I'm getting cooking, next to homies they counting the cash man

What to do with the wrap? (Never put it in the trash can!)

This shit is so deep, I'm talking so deep!

I'm the king of the kitchen now, this is my sink

I'm the king of the kitchen nigga this is my stove

That's why I got my own lane, bitch I made my own road (That's right!)

Now I'm movin' weight like a trainer and a diet

Used to put the work in a bag and then I tie it

Flashbacks I can't deny, but you tell them police ass niggas "Bitch I'm retired"

That's why I do it for the ones in the street, ones in the cage

All the shit I'm goin' through, I should be askin' for a raise

Don't get to talkin' this work, I made millions

3.5 off in Visions, I bought billions

Get gone and get with it, hate it or love it

I can't even lie man, sometimes I'm like fuck it

This should be addition, these niggas subtractin'

And why I'm so tense, man, I should be relaxin'

Remember times on the highway with them ten

Done it all the best, cause I've never seen the pen

Still do it for the streets cause they taught that boy a lesson

You done it how I did it, man, they call that shit perfection