Perfect eMCee Lyrics

Y'all don't want a real guy, y'all just want a real vibe I was in the lab serving pies just like Bill Nye

40 in his lap, he shouldn't drive but he still ride That was back in April right before my uncle Phil died

Auntie tryna feel alive inside but she still died Crying on my shoulder, couldn't hold her cause I'm still wild

Praying to my father up in heaven for a feel now Used to be a fresh prince and now he feel like Jim Brown

Couldn't put the pen down, had to put the sin down We was with the prophets in our day until we fell down

Taken in captivity, I'm captain of the field now They don't wanna captivate they mind with a still sound

So I'm being real now, drug deals and pills found Cops shot him once in his chest, how he feel now

Blood in his lungs coughing up but he still drown Tried to wake him up from the rush but he still down

No wonder how we feel now, burning down the whole town Marching for the peace but the piece you getting cold now

400 years of captivity, I'm swole now We was in the field now we shoveling the coal mounds

Everything feel cold now, mama told me slow down, YAH said if I trust in him again then I won't go down

So I'm in the Torah, a menorah, how I glow now Left the plantation with the masons and them bloodhounds

I'm some like a shot caller, balling like a shot blocker People out here shocked cause I done came up off a popped collars

Running with them Rottweilers, pit bulls and white dollars Sipping on a Sprite bottle, they singing like Ty Dollaz

I ain't gotta rhyme all the time so I might holla Scripture in my head, I was humble tryna write docile

40 in my band, rubber bands & the watch fossil called up my mans from the east, he got the guap followed

Bottled up emotions in my head, can't keep them thoughts boggled Ain't no social media, you heated up then got followed

Mama said you gotta watch your back, that's how that drop got him Spot em, & got him, he not a rapper but they still shot him

Follow the code and when you get old then you can drop knowledge Barely 21 now he addicted tryna pop bottles

Popping Percocets until it's hollow, thinking suicidal Swaddled in a garment for the night but he still feeling hollow

All that emptiness that's deep inside, I knew I should've called you Life was looking slim and hella shady but I wasn't Marshall

Lyrics on my pad thinking back rapping with Lil Karl Life a real hazard getting plastered searching for a bottle

We was up in Texas being reckless looking for a model Couldn't find a father figure bigger than the current model

Giving up my idols for a chance at best a new revival Funny how they silent yet they tweeting like they never followed

Who the perfect MC? Staring at that Bentley Pockets looking empty, hoping that, that rent free

The greatest is a servant, no wonder why they tip me Hating on my faith but I'm a hustle just like Nipsey

Everything so crispy, all white Da Vinci I cannot sell my soul for some gold, I'm in the big league

Leave you on your own in the home like them kids be Living in a mansion out here dancing, living rent free

Who the perfect MC