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saint jame$ (producer) - mr. perfect lyrics

[intro: boldy james]
i said there’s, there’s white people
there’s black people
and then there’s my people
blockworks, 227
tell me, get+’em+gone jones (grrt), yeah
ayy, gang+gang

[verse 1: boldy james]
to make it out the hood in one piece, sh+t, that’s the biggest blessing (yeah)
never claimed to be mr. perfect due to my imperfections (never did)
all of the sh+t i survived, pandemic through recession (real n+gga)
dawg giving me police vibes, he ask too many questions (what your mans on?)
ten toes to the gravel, i stood amongst the [?] (creature)
never being rolled on a wagon, i always was the way (king james)
no postin’ up on our block, we cross him off with ks (grrt)
graduated school of hard knocks and walked across the stage (boldy blocks)
[?] top of the [?], what a spectacular view (good view)
two+sixty for the barrel, b+tch got some trappin’ to do (benzito)
cuzzo in the chariot, left a slight crack in the roof (buzzo)
two zips of that asparagus, got some matchin’ to do (yeah)
lay back in the coupe, get you whacked for a feat (grrt)
know ‘fore that sh+t happen to me, it’s gon’ happen to you (real life)
ain’t clearing up no rumors, they gon’ be mad when i do (ahahaha)
most of this sh+t you heard about me is sad but it’s true (yeah)
[interlude: elcamino & boldy james]
blocks, where we at?
bo jack, let’s get ’em
yo, yo

[verse 2: elcamino]
yo i’m only going to tell you once i’m the boss
and the boss make sure everybody get fed
when i set foot up out that bed, ain’t no texts getting read
a million bucks at least, i beat them numberers stuck into my head
ten across, ten down, this sh+t been f+ckin’ with my head
put money up, i probably still won’t see nothing on my head
my spot do at least five a day, really we had lye for days
four businesses, two houses, and i’m still findin’ ways
the way my new house was built, it was designed for ways
i’ve been wanting them plain janes, i done outgrew my diamond phase
some n+ggas, they started cool, and then they grew v+g+n+s late
and start to resemble b+tches, i don’t give no time of day
but that’s dumb and this, me how long will i run the streets?
well, the streets been keepin’ me rich, so why would i ever leave?
in this game that he can’t lose, might as well just let him be
just let him follow that vision he probably won’t get to see

[outro: elcamino & boldy james]
and it’s f+cked up
tell me
we still winnin’ though
(you were a man of integrity)
all and all, we still winnin’ though
(you were a man of class)
all and all, we still winnin’ though
(you were a man beyond reproach)
all and all, we still winnin’

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