Logic - Perfect (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Logic, Juicy J, A$AP Ferg] b*tch, I did it, I made it, I'm loved and I'm hated I started from the bottom, now my neighborhood is gated They say, "Drink to your accomplishments," so every night I'm faded Feel like every other day, me and somebody new related You're my sister, cousin, brother from the other side? (The other side) Well, I don't know who told you that (My mama) Well, she fu*king lied Ayy, wake up, wake up, get your cake up Cut it up like it's cocaine, shake up All the streets with all thеse beats I body beats, I'm not discreet (Pеr-Per-Perfect) This is how I feel on the inside All you non-talent rappin' motherfu*kers better run and hide You worthless, you have no purpose, fu*kin' imposter You gots to get it through your head You won't ever get no handout fu*kin' with your ass, it'd be like throwing a band out (Per-Per-Perfect) My flow increased, my dough increased You know I leave them all deceased I am a fu*king beast, I'm from the East I keep the peace, don't need a piece But I keep a piece, got it, capisce? That boy gon' eat, this is a feast Once I release, I'm smokin' trees I bought my sh*t, I don't need no lease So fu*k you up like Master P (Perfect) This sh*t right here a masterpiece, I'm comin' in hot like the police Shooting my shot like the police All on the block like the police, man, who gon' (Stop, stop) The police from leaving bodies in the motherfu*kin' streets, man? (Woo, woo!) [Verse 2: A$AP Ferg] (Ahh) Man, fu*k the police when they come to my peeps He put the hole in his cheek (Yeah!) Gold on my teeth, in my pockets all B's like I got the get money disease (Right!) I want my B's, I got more with the heat, when I speak I put rappers to sleep (Yeah!) When I get geeked and go black on the beat, and I'm peeling them off of my cleats Don't stand in my way Hope you offended today, okay I got some Hannibal ways and I treat ‘em like dinner today, no way I get to feeling the bass, and I'm saying my grace, and I fu*k up, I bite off your face fu*kers not tug on the waist, that just give us a team And watch everyone duck in the place Perfect, got a bad b*tch, that's perfect Just bought a new crib, that's perfect VVS in my JID, that's perfect Got a billion streams, that's perfect And a couple billboards, I'm perfect See clowns in the game, circus Red dot all I know is I murk and burn ‘em Washing em' up, detergent Me and Nicki got a couple bitties twerking Got to come in with the city full of Persians And we got a tour bus full of virgins Swervin, mercy, hit the curb and Already done, rappers ain't learning ni**a look good, but ain't earning All of your jewelry turning I'm starting to get too concerning I burnt up the track like a furnace Been floating so long, I'm a star in the sky and I start to forget what the Earth is [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Uh, I quarantine with a foreign ting Gucci sweats with the drawstrings Eating ex like soybeans Smiling like I'm Paul Wall Sipping all this Pauline She got a body like an RR I sleep inside it like a RV Gimme adderall, gimme perc fu*k it, I'm still on, full alert I eat every pussy on Earth and still have room for dessert I got porn stars on call I got Warhol on the wall Point a sawed-off at your skull (pow) Skull all on the wall Catch your guard dog off guard Get too fu*king high, never fall hard Cut the lights off in the RR She look out the roof and see the Star Wars In these dames, we got no flaws That's flawless, all wins, no losses Perfecto, that's foreign Tunechi, de nada [Refrain: A$AP Ferg] Man, fu*k the police when they come to my peeps He put the hole in his cheek (Yeah!) Gold on my teeth, in my pockets all B's like I got the get money disease (Right!) I want my B's, I got more with the heat, when I speak I put rappers to sleep (Yeah!) When I get geeked and go black on the beat, and I'm peeling them off of my cleats Don't stand in my way Hope you offended today, okay I got some Hannibal ways and I treat ‘em like dinner today, no way I get to feeling the bass, and I'm saying my grace, and I fu*k up, I bite off your face fu*kers not tug on the waist, that just give us a team And watch everyone duck in the place Perfect, got a bad b*tch, that's perfect Just bought a new crib, that's perfect VVS in my JID, that's perfect Got a billion streams, that's perfect And a couple billboards, I'm perfect See clowns in the game, circus Red dot all I know is I murk and burn ‘em Washing em' up, detergent Me and Nicki got a couple bitties twerking Got to come in with the city full of Persians And we got a tour bus full of virgins Swervin, mercy, hit the curb and Already done, rappers ain't learning ni**a look good, but ain't earning All of your jewelry turning I'm starting to get too concerning I burnt up the track like a furnace Been floating so long, I'm a star in the sky and I start to forget what the Earth is