Picture Perfect - Yung Joc

I’m choppin twenty-fo's, blowin good 'dro

Yeah I got plenty Hoes (but life ain’t picture perfect)

Yeah you see the ice, and I dress nice

Make 'em look twice (but life ain’t picture perfect)

Yeah I’m blowin on some good lime, skatin down 285

Wouldn’t believe half of the shit that’s skatin through a nigga mind

745 complimented with leather and wood

Chickens on my dick, cause a nigga fresh and smellin good

Jack boys plottin for my stacks on deck

Wanna put the tech to my chest for the ice on my neck

Oh yeah it’s easy to attain it all, harder to maintain it all

If you want a perfect picture only God can paint it dawg

Niggas in these videos with multi-platinum projects

Cain’t even get credit cards and they momma stay in projects

How is that?

Scracth my head, somethin don’t seem right

Your teeth full of ice so when you smile I seen lights

Seems like I’m hatin, I’m just statin the facts

I ain’t fin' ta smile in your face and put a blade in your back

Now, now try not to get caught up on the way shit looks

Cause everything ain’t picture perfect nigga listen to the hook

Yeah I’m off in Magic City, trickin off on ass and titties

Bitches blowin me kisses, makin me wanna hit it

I must admit it got a good chick and she been holdin me down

But I ain’t fuck around, there’s too much shit goin 'round

Like the rims on my pickup, scared to get my dick sucked

Nigga run into the clinic even from a hiccup

Pick up the pieces to the fuckin puzzle

I’m affiliated with niggas who murder rob and hustle

Plus you think I’m ballin cause I’m poppin Crist' and spendin G’s

I’m just tryin to drink away the pain that killed my nigga Steve

Nigga please, I ain’t shit, cookies and cream

Feelin like Marvin, it make me wanna holla and scream

Now half the shit you doin already been done

And that’s why half my niggas dead, locked up or on the run

That dope money ain’t sufficient, it don’t last always

Niggas trap all night, in project hallways

All day long, niggas front like stars

On them big ass rims, that cost more than they cars

Spent three hundred on the outfit, a hundred on some Nikes

But his baby needs wipes diapers and Pedialite

And you probably got a cousin, brother or a friend

And this song sound like him from beginnin to end

Then again it might be me, and I’m tired of the nonsense

Cain’t sleep at night cause I got a guilty conscience

Can’t you see?

Can’t you see, can’t you see!

Can’t you see!

Can’t you seeeeeeeeeeee

Can’t you see