Philly - Picture Perfect Music lyrics

Your brain is real potent Don't believe me? Think of having 6 rings, your defining moments If you never reach the top of the ladder, progress grows slower If you put all of your effort into it, progress moves closer All I believe in is hope tho If I'm talkin bout transparency, I'll do it real slow mo My mind is NGO Say hello to my amigo, I'm flying through the skies, I ain't high But first seat though, you could say I'm ridin heathrow Do you need more info? Guess so, look for Rap Genius You could say I'm gay, and plus I'm nowhere near h*mogeneous Your eyes are baffled cause man, you never ever seen this I'm so out of the ordinary, if someone intervenes I'ma get real mean, committ an act to a scene Like "Ridin through the streets, sipping on that lean" Man that's not what I'm about, all these rappers preposterous These rappers also scared, cause my bars be on that monsterous Condement, you won't catch up (ketchup) through the process of your consequence You can't even admit honestly, on some honest sh** I'm definite, the definition of a desperate but intelligent House hold resident, I'm blessed to live in providence I hate the crib, I love to be outside Hoping I could catch a cab ride and clear my mind This picture perfect music, don't make me feel deprived Hoping I could be remembered through this one timeline I only got one life, I need to live it up and live it right Only time you could make rights is if you live it twice And I've been tryna make it right, I know I messed up Its like putting your trust in one love, why would we even stress love? If I put myself to God I'll be inerrant Listen to the word, through the truth my life is arrant Believe in your opinion, that quote gets more apparent Apparently I'm excurrent I'm real alerting, a**ertive with my emotions I'll let it out, won't ever hold it You could even see on the cover Picture Perfect is bolded This is my only chance I won't ever blow it They say you can't buy the truth but I've already sold it Slow it down for a minute did you get it That really wasn't expected, but its dope when I emit it The way that I just spit it, a disease when it goes around Have you thinkin "Damn, the way the homie throws it down" Cla** is in session, don't feel so alarmed I got the mic anyways, with the right to bear arms If its Aston Martin, Paris Morton, Loft? It ain't workin My rhymes are all in line, you could say its Picture Perfect