Sochi Qveli - Imperfect

Yeah
Q
Uh
I'm a hypocrite I flip the script whenever it suits me
But I guess what makes me real is I admit that I'm guilty
Admitting to my flaws, insecurities and pain
And talking to myself a lot cos that's what keeps me sane
I admit that I be tripping over little shit sometimes
I admit to using substances when writing out my rhymes
Admit that I ain't perfect cos I know that life's a test
And all it takes is time I'm a suffer from success
So I pray for prosperity for family, longevity in everything they ever need, its guaranteed
And I pray that my enemies they never see a way to bring me down upon my knees
Cos I know I'm imperfect.. yes
Yes, yeah, yes.. yeah, yeah yeah
But I know I give my best
Yes, yeah, yeah yeah.. uh
So nobody a fit contest
Yes, yes, yes.. yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Already know I'm imperfect.. yeah, yeah yeah
I'm steady ducking, mind flooding with premonitions
And in my visions I see demons trying to sway me from my mission
Its a blessing cos I'm cautious when I'm kicking with my niggas
Never know who going to ride for you and never know who going to be snitching
Wolves disguised as Dawgs to pounce on you when you're off
Fake friends like a sickness and love is the only drug
And then there's this phony bitches, tripping over your riches
And when you ain't no more packing hope you miss them when they gone
For what it's worth, I ain't never stressing over such and such
Gangsters walk in silence so you know I'm never talking much
Sleep is the cousin of death, so I'm never crossing blood
Fuck a damn canvas Qveli giving you mugshots
I'm like the head huncho, who preach the ghetto gospel
Painting vivid pictures call me Basquiat Picasso
The truth is always heavy so my flow be so colossal
Devil tried to bargain but I'm never selling my soul
Yes, yes, yes.. yes, yes, yes yes
Cos I know I give my best.. yeah, yeah yeah
Uh.. So nobody a fit contest
Yes yes.. yes, yes yes
Why
Already know I'm imperfect
Yeah, yeah yeah
Uh.. Yeah
Said I'm a hypocrite I flip the script whenever it suits me
But I guess what makes me real is I admit that I'm guilty
Admitting to my flaws, insecurities and pain
And talking to myself a lot cos that's what keeps me sane
Admit that I be tripping over little shit sometimes
I admit to using substances when writing out my rhymes
Admit that I ain't perfect cos I know that life's a test
And all it takes is time watch me suffer from success

Written by:
Sochinimesoo Paul-Dike

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