rolling stone Lyrics

I ain't perfect but i'm tryna make it work

Brand new ARP up on me yeah i'm tryna go berserk

That nigga said that he was stepping, but he got put on a shirt

I'm tryna lock in with relations, but this shit don't never work

Said i'm tryna right my wrongs, I been tryna get in contact but you never check yo phone

We on and off, we off and on, but I know she coming home

I'm pushing P i'm well known, i'm a dawg I need a bone

Got LV on my feet, spent 3 up on my jacket

I don't want dealings with you baby cause you ratchet

All my bitches classy, my pockets blue Orlando Magic

Slamming shit like Randy Savage, Presidential rollie Andrew Jackson

Uncle Sam you know i'm taxing, my stick glued to me my nigga, yeah i'm never lacking

I'm not the she is, if she want to then she will

She cook sausage and ribs, she love the that I feel

I ain't perfect but i'm tryna make it work

Brand new ARP up on me yeah i'm tryna go berserk

That nigga said that he was stepping, but he got put on a shirt

I'm tryna lock in with relations, but this shit don't never work

Said i'm tryna right my wrongs, I been tryna get in contact but you never check yo phone

We on and off, we off and on, but I know she coming home

I'm pushing P i'm well known, i'm a dawg I need a bone