Picture Perfect-Yung Joc

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