Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how i feel
See, my bitch is the type of bitch that gotta keep it real
Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen
Well, gotta go the next paper is callin for my pen to create a perfect ten,
See, you're my best friend
Always make shit perfect
Really they were perfect
Might as well get it off yo’ chest
Im not saying i'm perfect
Life has put her to the test
Until you came i was perfect
Then push the milk on a slow bend
Dont judge me till your perfect
Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest
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