Perspective Lyrics

I'm sittin' tryna figure out what the fuck to do

I got a real nigga tryna show me something new

Who knows if it's real, even if it's fuckin' true

I guess I go with the flow, that's what the fuck I do

Time is money, but you can't get your time back

Trust a nigga, weigh it up like a dime sack

Two scales, two different numbers, where the lie at?

Who you tryna cross over, nigga, fall back

That Megan in the game just told Conique The Goddess

The redhead to turn heads, so be fuckin' honest

I'm not top of the team, nigga, I got options

Never get played, bitch, what the fuck your problem

I went through more bullshit than a bullfighter

So don't come for my crown or my fuckin' title

I don't repeat myself, bitch, preach it like a Bible

I give you full coverage, niggas like reliable

I took a knife out my back and cut the fuckin' ties

Niggas lie too much, start to stop and lay they lies

All that extra shit never kept my lights on

Focused on my vision, stay clear like a cyclone

Call me Slick Rick, something like a Cyclops

Stay locked and loaded shoot 'em dead like I'm Deadshot

I'm never prideful, you know I stay humble

Yes, I talk my shit, but the Goddess never mumble

If you had my love, and I give you all my trust, would confort me

And If somewhow you knew that your love would be untrue,

would you lie to me

And call me baby

Niggas look down like I'm contagious

Don't give a fuck what you say, I'ma take a risk

You play stupid games, bitch, win stupid prizes

Been solid since day one, don't let that shit surprise you

I'm in the game, hustle hard, never show my problems

Why share this shit like, bitch, can you really solve them

I'm at the table eatin', why you steady watchin'?

You a snake in the grass, I'ma machete chop it

You only look like money, when the Goddess got it

One deep, solo, Conique the profit

I carry so much heat, supermen can't stop it

They put you in a box like Hulu, I'll watch it

I am the bat in the game that makes you Robin

You tryna beat me, so I guess you really robbin'

You doin' extra shit, nobody's watchin'

Cry now, I laugh later, cause I'm not stoppin

I took a knife out my back and cut the fuckin' ties

Niggas lie too much, start to stop and lay they lies

All that extra shit never kept my lights on

Focused on my vision, stay clear like a cyclone

Call me Slick Rick, something like a Cyclops

Stay locked and loaded shoot 'em dead like I'm Deadshot

I'm never prideful, you know I stay humble

Yes, I talk my shit, but the Goddess never mumble