เนื้อเพลง 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 n*ggas mind
745 complimented with leather and wood
Chickens on my d*ck cuz a n*gga 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
N*ggas 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 ass and titties
B*tches 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*ckin around cuz there is too much sh*t goin around
Like the rims on my pickup
Scared to get my d*ck s*cked
N*gga run into the clinic even from a hiccup
Pick up the pieces from the f*ckin puzzle
I'm affiliated with n*ggas 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 n*gga steve
N*gga 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 n*ggas dead, locked up or on the run
That dope money ain't sufficient it don't last all ways
N*ggas trap all night in project hallways
All day long n*ggas front like stars
On them big ass 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:] Cant you see? [over and over until it fades out]