Perfectionist Lyrics - Rick Ross

Plus who want in necessity, father never corrected me 

streets showed me no sympathy, automo my accessory, huh 

never accurate, i'm aiming at your acura, yeah 

heart rate accelerate on other amateurs 

and i murder anything in my perimeter 

if they disrespect us we slide on them like a bastard 

dodging fat cameras, balling like fucking stamina 

black dawn numbers, i graduated the mansion 

bricks in the maybach, bricks in the escalade 

bricks on we got bricks in the bay 

san fran bricks got bricks in l.a. 

publisher wash the money, i got bricks on this plane 

and my nigger brick on his way, just to the time for brick out of yey 

i'm switching out my bricks like my kicks with my legs 

rule number one, never keep them bricks where you stay 

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all my women photogenic they never depreciate 

pop up in the city, you strictly about to 

quarters to half's on my road to the riches 

all real niggers just playing different positions 

cross can be the quarter back, i'ma run his quarter back 

first try to intercept a nigger like a quarter back 

make a nigger pay a couple to get his daughter back 

get the dirty money clean it all up at the laundry mat 

i'm allergic to failure heroin parafine 

frank lucas first at the fight the ball like mayweather 

don king at the register, i stack chatter, is etcetera, etcetera 

i'm addicted to women, pretty women who spin it 

fair a nigger starting to feel it 

d.a. label me menace, mama call me a king 

so therefor i'm dropping soon like tyson was in the ring 

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coca-cola minx, canary yellow stones, i'ma stunt if it means i gotta break a bone 

me and in the hood on chrome, double mg and we 20 million strong 

no matter it it's cause it's all black 

i'm in this 911 porsche with a, no roof, fresh out the car lot 

and we don't call cops nigger, we just call shots 

fuck the competition i bury the cockroaches 

thank when you see what i pull about the roaster 

can't even breather, remember what yo mama told ya 

we the real g's and the real pay soldiers 

so if you nigger scared, call the feds up 

we taking over i'm just giving niggers heads up 

we shoot them down, just to let them know we dead up 

8 figure nigger, tell the label, get our bread up 

mg, bitch, maybach music, we just do shit like this for no reason 

maybach music, no no path flow, maybach music.