Perfect Picture Lyrics

Father God, I am just learning how to pray

Bear with me

First, I thank you for the life of everyone that's here with me

Then I thank you for the love you give me

Why? I don't know

How I deserve it, and it hurts inside

Many a nights I cried and called your name out loud

But didn't call you when I was doing good, too proud

And still you gave me love

I wasn't used to that

Most of the people that gave me love, ended up taking it back

That's something new to me

So I'm asking you for time to adjust

Let me make it there

I will be one you can trust

What I stand for, I put my life on, I do

I guess what I'm asking is, show me how to stand for you

Often drift when I drive, all that bullshit I've been through

I'm just happy I'm alive

Champagne showers celebrating that we winning

Cartier frames match the stitching in my denim

Ever since a jit, I had a lust for pretty women

I might have broken a few hearts and maybe burned a few bridges

Only God can judge me, everybody's sin different

I hit the ground running soon as I came home from prison

It been on ever since, ball hard like Lillard

My only role model was successful drug dealers

I had a passion for this music, but I was caught up in these streets

Trappin' by the Delia Market neighbors calling the police

You see it's just another day, navigating through the ghetto

At night I can't sleep cause they been blasting heavy metal

Fuck the feds, free my son, they trying to give him 25

I just hope when they release him, I'll be healthy and alive

Cause I got less time ahead of me, tomorrow's not promised

If I ever said I love you, shit, I was being honest

If I ever said fuck you, then it's fuck every thang you stand for

That's just one of the solid principles I stand on

I can paint a perfect picture, but that just won't be enough

A couple bands will get you whacked, yup

Stuffed inside a trunk and they won't find you for a month

I'm somewhere out of the country, discussing business over brunch

You busters broke and sharing blunts, yeah

Rockstar lifestyle, might don't make it

Driving in the fast lane, mind on my paper, another homicide victim

Laying in the streets, seen his mama cry tears as she prayed by his feet

I heard the preacher man preach, but he don't go down in the trenches

Rat wrote a statement only got a light sentence

I'm sitting here astonished, like what happened to the code

Tell him show his paperwork, you see exactly what he told

Stop stunting like you got it when your bank account frugal

Barely can't afford a summer dog and some noodles

You ain't a pit, you's a poodle. Catch ya slidin' in ya two door

Open fire with that 40, let him foamin' like Cujo

And you know, tomorrow's not promised

If I ever said I love you, shit, I was being honest

If I ever said fuck you, then it's fuck every thang you stand for

That's just one of the solid principles I stand on

I can paint a perfect picture, but that just won't be enough

A couple bands will get you whacked, yup

Stuffed inside a trunk and they won't find you for a month

I'm somewhere out of the country discussing business over brunch

You busters broke and sharing blunts, yeah

Rockstar lifestyle, might don't make it

Driving in the fast lane, mind on my paper, another homicide victim

Laying in the streets, seen his mama cry tears as she pray by his feet