Steve400 - MR.UNPERFECT Lyrics

Ayy, 20 G's, I could pull it out and have a stellar night
Boy, I used to wear the Echo and the Rocks and a pair of the Nights
And high school niggas was f*cked up with a fro with some dirty-ass nights
Wearing air khakis and a polo, I was one of them guys

Making niggas win a shot when y'all look wrong after small fries
Boy, he put his switch on a stick, now he a tall guy
When the bosses walk me in the club, I'm seeing more than eyes
I see them hating-ass niggas in the corner been f*cked or despised

If you see her coming to my room, is she a baddie or a dime
I was really born a player, it just came in time
I wake up rapping, ain't that easy, I done seen the signs
But if you really stay down, you will see your grind

Cheap-ass niggas buy a beat, this shit gon' help out your grind
You say you f*ckin' with it, come grab it, it's going up over time
I be rapping cause you can't, you niggas can't finish lines
They the type to get up on a stand, can't do they own time

You gotta hustle like Steve, you chasing more than a dime
And you got that shit up in your pocket, spread it ballin', ain't a crime
I can tap you in with my Boracay, girl, you can clap your fines
Pushing New York up on my feet, I used to do the nines

I'm sippin' lean up out this cup, won't give a bitch my time
Wills pull him up when I'm in this, dude, I'm feeling zombified
I've been choking up the real bomb, Miley can't even open my eyes
Had my lil' dog pop up out the bushes in a disguise

Bitch, think she getting battered by your ass fry
In her shit from a bitch, my cousin give off style
Hit you with a mean, left her right then, you should know how
Heard the glasses on my face with no haircut, boy, I'm in the tribe

Big-ass Freddie in my pocket, play with me and you gon' die
Thinking it'd be sweeter on the way you play with Stevie, you gon' fly
Young niggas, that's yourself for touching me, they don't lie
Me sitting up, I'm out the way, smoking berry pie

Man, I done had some bad days, I can't put down the Zod
But this shit ain't nothing like what y'all can't put down them lines
And cuz told me, keep rapping, he can see the signs
Niggas always laying fire in the booth, it's going up over time

Say, you niggas hating for a bitch or do you hating my grind
Is it the Cartier or the Diamonds, yeah, you see the shine
Is it the name on my watch, can't even tell the time
Boy, my mentality different, I see through the lines

I just said I'm on the road, I took a chill with the guys
I came down with the Margellas and I rail up my thighs
I just said he got some cheese, he's healing all the demise
Have you touching down with something heavy, they gon' get you right

Riding in this fast-ass car and stopping at the light
I'm in a rush, I seen the Jets, I'm hitting left and right
This ain't really one of those, ain't throwing out no pipes
I'm riding timber on the road, ain't finna catch a flight

In Houston, f*cking up the club, we drinking extra pink
This a dirty-ass cup, I watch my cup on the seat
I see that Smokin' Swishers in the club, I'm rugging Leaf
Spotted something pretty in the club, she wanna leave with Steve

The way these niggas live on life, they just follow a lead
Niggas can't be their own man, that's my biggest pet peeve
That's why they in my world, these bitches love me some Steve
I don't ever argue with a bitch, I'll leave the scene

I'm pulling up and pulling off, some life meant to clean
Boy, I'll be in the store all night rapping, been my scene
White niggas in the courtroom, acting like Jodeci
They be telling on everything, moving, say they ain't know a thing

Feel like the Chinaman now with my steak and rice
They tryna sip it, call Wasabi, gotta roll your dice
Got Subi jeans knotted up and some bagels and knifes
You niggas rougher than a bitch, I be battling life

Cuz got Zach, Jack, and Jerry, he know all the hypes
Been looking up to the sky, I'm seeking all the light
These niggas crash, I'm deadly, I leave front the limelight
Boy, I been grinding like Tony Hawk, off the turnpike