[Background] Uhhhhhyeeaaah
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[Joc's Dad:] Everything that glitters ain't gold baby
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[Yung Joc:] I hear ya Daddy
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[Chorus x2]
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I'm choppin 24's
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Blowin good dro
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Yeah, I got plenty Hoes
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Life ain't picture perfect
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Yeah ya see the ice
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And I dress nice
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Make 'em look twice
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Life ain't picture perfect
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Yeah I'm blowin on some good lime
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Skatin on two 85's
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Wouldn't believe half the shit thats skatin through a niggas mind
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745 complimented with leather and wood
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Chickens on my dick cuz a nigga fresh and smellin good
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Jack boys plottin on my stacks on deck
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Wanna put the Tec to my chest for the ice on my neck
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Oh yeah it's easy to attain it all
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Harder to maintain it all
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If you want a pierfect picture only god can paint it dog
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Niggas in these videos with multi-platinum projects
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Can't even get credit cards
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And they Momma stay in projects
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How is that? Scracth my head
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Somethin don't seem right
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Ya teeth full of ice
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So when ya smile I seen lights
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Seems like I'm hatin I'm just statin the facts
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I ain't feelin to smile in ya face and put a blade in your back
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Now try not to get caught up on the way shit looks
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Cuz everything ain't picture perfect, just listen to the hook
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[Chourus x2]
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Yeah I'm off in magic city
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Trickin them ass and titties
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Bitches blowin me kisses makin me wanna hit it
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I must admit, got a good chick and she been holdin me down
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But I ain't fuckin around cuz there is too much shit goin around
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Like the rims on my pickup
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Scared to get my dick sucked
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Nigga run into the clinic even from a hiccup
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Pick up the pieces from the fuckin puzzle
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I'm affiliated with niggas who murder, rob and hustle
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Plus you think I'm ballin cuz I'm poppin Crys and spendin G's
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I'm just tryin to drink away the pain that killed my nigga steve
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Nigga please, I ain't shit
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Cookies and cream
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Feelin like Marvin it make me wanna holla and scream
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[Chorus x2]
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Now half the shit ya doin already been done
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And that's why half my niggas dead, locked up or on the run
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That dope money ain't sufficient it don't last all ways
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Niggas trap all night in project hallways
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All day long niggas front like stars
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On them big ass rims that most than they cars
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Spent 300 on a outfit a hundred on some nikes
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But his baby needs wopes, diapers and pedialite
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And you prolly' got a cousin, brother or a friend
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And this song sound like it from begging to end
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Then again it might be me
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And I'm tired of the nonsense
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Can't sleep at night cause I got a guilty conscience
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[Chorus x2]
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[Background:] Cant you see? [over and over until it fades out]
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Picture Perfect
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Yung Joc |