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radamiz & sledgren - since god made me perfect lyrics

[intro]
can’t stop the hustle, we gotta eat!

[verse]
sleeping on the fence
play discreet and get him rinsed
wasn’t with me in the gym when it was hard to break a sweat
evil eyes, demons pry, it’s a scene that we regret
put a heater to the test then put the heater down to rest
know you talking to the best
walk into the spot through the kitchen, i’m talking to the chef
give suggestions and wine recommendations ‘fore i jet
nowadays i keep it private, barely link up with the press
had love for the wrong ones, sneak dissing on the net
they don’t clean it up public so i’m sweeping them to death
yep, sweep them to repent
yep, season ticket seats
yep, yohji with the dries, yep
hit gregory when i’m back in the hood mayne
bullets bringing splinters out the woodgrain
i wish you would, yahweh iced chain on a demon
if you don’t put in the sweat equity, we ain’t speaking
f+ck i look like f+cking with other women for cheap ones
type to star in the video and write the treatment
head of the family, gotta be worth it to link up
dip to grenada to blow regular, reggie, reefer
hood politics doing more here than fema
violence inescapable but we still need our leaders
i ain’t from the sticks, i’m from the bricks, bricks
concrete, murder murder scents, scents
take your brain outta your head like michaelangelo
circumstances make me animorph, i can’t ignore
you ain’t here to change the world, you just be rapping right?
smoking under candlelight, spirit with the satellites
caribbean aphrodite
remi on my head, sometimes the pressure starts to weaponize
i rep my hood by doing good and make it televise
back when i was rapping with aaron and promise appetite
back when i was watching bootleg dvd’s with malachi
back to the back to back shootouts as lullabies
don’t be roadside k!ll for them to mop up
on the north end whipping impalas
on newberry st. horizontal
the f+ck he doing talking at harvard?
dumping out the window, banging my elbows
conquer my intuition, rolls royce superstition
get it ’cause it’s my initials
business is personal so when i k!ll it’s sentimental
that don’t mean you nothing special, 48 laws
gotta crush my enemy for anyone that saw
got a seed i gotta raise, she needs leverage my g
overseas with a priest and a weapon my g
90 on a 25 spinning exits my g
tears of joy in the kitchen because i’m destined my g
every morning blowing smoke before the trouble begins
i’m an east side deprived legend, i’m him
first big check, i break it up my kin
second big check we buy a church for the rinse
[chorus]
lotta strain on the membrane to go be king
life crazy, anybody can go insane
stuck in the same problems, time for big changes
since god made me perfect, i make no mistakes
lotta strain on the membrane to go be king
life crazy, anybody can go insane
stuck in the same problems, time for big changes
since god made me perfect, i make no mistakes

- radamiz sledgren lyrics

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