Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song How I Did It (Perfection) , by - Young Jeezy. Release date: 01.09.2014
Song language: English
How I Did It (Perfection) |
| Get gone and get with it, hate it or love it |
| I can’t even lie man, sometimes I’m like fuck it |
| This should be addition, these niggas subtractin' |
| And why I’m so tense, man, i should be relaxin' |
| Remember times on the highway with them ten |
| Done it all the best, cuz ive never seen the pen |
| Still do it for the streets cause they taught that boy a lesson |
| You done it how i did it, man, they call that shit perfection |
| I’m from a small hood, but I had big dreams |
| My uncle Robert taught me how to use the big beam |
| That was right before he caught his life sentences |
| Do what you gotta, just put your life in it, (hey) |
| Me and Goldmouth in this jeep, we on the road |
| All I saw was red and blue lights, I thought he told |
| Butterflies as we going through this roadblock |
| Ask yourself questions like (is this where my road stop?) |
| I’m tryna be cool, this nigga nervous |
| He sweatin' like a two dollar whore in Sunday Service |
| Got at least two blocks of hard back in this bitch |
| Right now I’m thinkin' we should’ve better packaged this shit |
| God works in mysterious ways and yes He do |
| Said «Mister that’s a nice Cherokee» and they let us through |
| So, don’t get to talkin' these records, I sold millions |
| 3.5 off in Magic, I bought billions! |
| Get gone and get with it, hate it or love it |
| I can’t even lie man, sometimes I’m like fuck it |
| This should be addition, these niggas subtractin' |
| And why I’m so tense, man, i should be relaxin' |
| Remember times on the highway with them ten |
| Done it all the best, cuz ive never seen the pen |
| Still do it for the streets cause they taught that boy a lesson |
| You done it how i did it, man, they call that shit perfection |
| Hit my nigga up on the chirp, said «What's the ticket?» |
| 24 extra 5, nigga show you how to whip it |
| I’m getting cooking, next to homies they counting the cash man |
| What to do with the wrap? |
| (Never put it in the trash can!) |
| This shit is so deep, I’m talking so deep! |
| I’m the king of the kitchen now, this is my sink |
| I’m the king of the kitchen nigga this is my stove |
| That’s why I got my own lane, bitch I made my own road (That's right!) |
| Now I’m movin' weight like a trainer and a diet |
| Used to put the work in a bag and then I tie it |
| Flashbacks I can’t deny, but you tell them police ass niggas «Bitch I’m retired» |
| That’s why I do it for the ones in the street, ones in the cage |
| All the shit I’m goin' through, I should be askin' for a raise |
| Don’t get to talkin' this work, I made millions |
| 3.5 off in Visions, I bought billions |
| Get gone and get with it, hate it or love it |
| I can’t even lie man, sometimes I’m like fuck it |
| This should be addition, these niggas subtractin' |
| And why I’m so tense, man, i should be relaxin' |
| Remember times on the highway with them ten |
| Done it all the best, cuz ive never seen the pen |
| Still do it for the streets cause they taught that boy a lesson |
| You done it how i did it, man, they call that shit perfection |