Picture Perfect

(Everythang that glitters ain't gold baby) [Joc] I hear you daddy (mm-hmm) [Chorus: repeat 2X] I'm choppin twenty-fo's, blowin good 'dro Yeah I got plenty Hoes (but life ain't picture perfect) Yeah you see the ice, and I dress nice Make 'em look twice (but life ain't picture perfect) [Verse One] Yeah I'm blowin on some good lime, skatin down 285 Wouldn't believe half of the shit that's skatin through a nigga mind 745 complimented with leather and wood Chickens on my dick, cause a nigga fresh and smellin good Jack boys plottin for my stacks on deck Wanna put the tech 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 perfect picture only God can paint it dawg Niggas in these videos with multi-platinum projects Cain't even get credit cards and they momma stay in projects How is that? Scracth my head, somethin don't seem right Your teeth full of ice so when you smile I seen lights Seems like I'm hatin, I'm just statin the facts I ain't fin' ta smile in your face and put a blade in your back Now, now try not to get caught up on the way shit looks Cause everything ain't picture perfect nigga listen to the hook [Chorus] [Verse Two] Yeah I'm off in Magic City, trickin off on ass and titties Bitches blowin me kisses, makin me wanna hit it I must admit it got a good chick and she been holdin me down But I ain't fuck around, there's too much shit goin 'round Like the rims on my pickup, scared to get my dick sucked Nigga run into the clinic even from a hiccup Pick up the pieces to the fuckin puzzle I'm affiliated with niggas who murder rob and hustle Plus you think I'm ballin cause I'm poppin Crist' and spendin G's I'm just tryin to drink away the pain that killed my nigga Steve Nigga please, I ain't shit, cookies and cream Feelin like Marvin, it make me wanna holla and scream [Chorus] [Verse Three] Now half the shit you doin already been done And that's why half my niggas dead, locked up or on the run That dope money ain't sufficient, it don't last always Niggas trap all night, in project hallways All day long, niggas front like stars On them big ass rims, that cost more than they cars Spent three hundred on the outfit, a hundred on some Nikes But his baby needs wipes diapers and Pedialite And you probably got a cousin, brother or a friend And this song sound like him from beginnin to end Then again it might be me, and I'm tired of the nonsense Cain't sleep at night cause I got a guilty conscience [Chorus] [Outro] Can't you see? Can't you see, can't you see! Can't you see! Can't you seeeeeeeeeeee Can't you see {*repeats to fade*}