CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Perfect (Unofficial Remix)
b*t*h, I did it, I made it, I'm loved and I'm hated
I started from the bottom, now my neighborhood is gated
They say, "Drink to your accomplishments, " so every night I'm faded
Feel like every other day, me and somebody new related
You're my sister, cousin, brother from the other side? (The other side)
I don't know who told you that (my mama)
Well, she f**king lied
Ayy, wake up, wake up, get your cake up
Cut it up like it's cocaine, shake up
All the streets with all thesе beats
I body beats, I'm not discreet (per-pеr-perfect)
This is how I feel on the inside
All you non-talent rappin' motherf**kers better run and hide
You worthless, you have no purpose, f**kin' imposter
You gots to get it through your head
You won't ever get no handout
f**kin' with your ass, it'd be like throwing a band out
(Ramtail)
Yeah, Bobby a GOAT
Bobby don't gloat
Bobby got bodies, but Bobby don't boast
Logic the best
No need to stress
I'm like King Kong, how I bang on my chest
Inside, outside, we fight ringside
KO MT, that's what the dream like
Knock you out like Cool J's mama said
Throw a punch straight to your head
And you know I get the bread
Keep it real, no illusion
And I only go to parties 'cause I'm tryna get ahead
Girl came up to me
She said I was a QT
But I ain't Tarantino
Get racks like casino
You know it's Rattpack 'till my pulse flat
I keep the fight, f**k false rap
Praise to Logic, yeah, you know he go crazy
G.O. A.T
He murdered beats like M&M
Black SpiderMan
Like Simon said
"Don't sit down, or your mama's dead"
Get it through your head
I walk a flock of flames, all with no hands
And if you back down, then you admit we (Per-Per-Perfect)
My flow increased, my dough increased
You know I leave 'em all deceased
I am a f**king beast, I'm from the East
I keep the peace, don't need a piece
But I keep a piece, got it capiche?
That boy gon' eat, this is a feast
Once I release, I'm smokin' trees
I bought my sh*t, I don't need no lease
So f**k you up like Master P (perfect)
This sh*t right here a masterpiece, I'm comin' in hot like the police
Shooting my shot like the police
All on the block like the policemen, who gon' (stop, stop)
The police from leaving bodies in the motherf**kin streets man? (Fire, per-per-perfect)
Logic cites Nujabes, MF Doom, RZA, and Kanye West as key inspiration behind his production style
I started from the bottom, now my neighborhood is gated
They say, "Drink to your accomplishments, " so every night I'm faded
Feel like every other day, me and somebody new related
You're my sister, cousin, brother from the other side? (The other side)
I don't know who told you that (my mama)
Well, she f**king lied
Ayy, wake up, wake up, get your cake up
Cut it up like it's cocaine, shake up
All the streets with all thesе beats
I body beats, I'm not discreet (per-pеr-perfect)
This is how I feel on the inside
All you non-talent rappin' motherf**kers better run and hide
You worthless, you have no purpose, f**kin' imposter
You gots to get it through your head
You won't ever get no handout
f**kin' with your ass, it'd be like throwing a band out
(Ramtail)
Yeah, Bobby a GOAT
Bobby don't gloat
Bobby got bodies, but Bobby don't boast
Logic the best
No need to stress
I'm like King Kong, how I bang on my chest
Inside, outside, we fight ringside
KO MT, that's what the dream like
Knock you out like Cool J's mama said
Throw a punch straight to your head
And you know I get the bread
Keep it real, no illusion
And I only go to parties 'cause I'm tryna get ahead
Girl came up to me
She said I was a QT
But I ain't Tarantino
Get racks like casino
You know it's Rattpack 'till my pulse flat
I keep the fight, f**k false rap
Praise to Logic, yeah, you know he go crazy
G.O. A.T
He murdered beats like M&M
Black SpiderMan
Like Simon said
"Don't sit down, or your mama's dead"
Get it through your head
I walk a flock of flames, all with no hands
And if you back down, then you admit we (Per-Per-Perfect)
My flow increased, my dough increased
You know I leave 'em all deceased
I am a f**king beast, I'm from the East
I keep the peace, don't need a piece
But I keep a piece, got it capiche?
That boy gon' eat, this is a feast
Once I release, I'm smokin' trees
I bought my sh*t, I don't need no lease
So f**k you up like Master P (perfect)
This sh*t right here a masterpiece, I'm comin' in hot like the police
Shooting my shot like the police
All on the block like the policemen, who gon' (stop, stop)
The police from leaving bodies in the motherf**kin streets man? (Fire, per-per-perfect)
Logic cites Nujabes, MF Doom, RZA, and Kanye West as key inspiration behind his production style
