The Alchemist - Perfectionist (feat. Rick Ross & Meek Mill) lyrics

[Rick Ross] Hustle out of necessity, father never corrected me Streets showed me no sympathy, Audemar my accessory, huh Never accurate, I'm aiming at your Acura, yeah Heart rate accelerate on other amateurs [Meek Mill] And I murder anything in my parameter If they disrespect us we slide on them like a banister Dodging fed cameras, balling like f** stamina Block doing numbers, I graduated to manager [Rick Ross] Bricks in the Maybach, bricks in the Escalade Bricks on Brickell, we got bricks in the bay San Fran bricks got bricks in L.A Publisher watch the money, I got bricks on this plane [Meek Mill] And my n***a Brick on his way, just did a dime for a brick of the Yay' I'm switching up my bricks like my kicks with my lay Rule number one, never keep them bricks where you stay [Rick Ross] All my women photogenic they never depreciate Pop up in ya city, it's strictly about the cake Quarters to half's on my road to the riches All real n***as just playing different positions [Meek Mill] Ross gon be the quarterback, I'mma run this quarter back Feds try to intercept a n***a like a corner back Make a n***a pay a couple birds to get his daughter back Get the dirty money, clean it all up at the Laundromat [Rick Ross] I'm allergic to failure, h**n paraphernalia Frank Lucas furs at the fight on my cellular Ball like Mayweather, Don King at the register I stack chedder, it's etcetera, etcetera [Meek Mill] I'm addicted to winning, pretty women and spinnin' Ferragamo and linen, a n***a start and he finish D.A. label me menace, mama call me a king So therefore I'm dropping soon like Tyson was in the ring hah [Rick Ross] Coca-cola minx, Canary yellow stones I'mma stunt if it mean I gotta break a bone Me and Meek Milly in the hood on chrome Double-M G and we 20 million strong [Meek Mill] Don't matter if it's chess or checkers cause it's all blocks (bricks) I'm in this 911 Porsche with a bald spot No roof, fresh off the car lot And we don't call cops n***a, we just call shots [Rick Ross] f** the competition I bury the co*k-a-roaches Faint when you see what I pull up out the holster Can't even breath, remember what yo mama told ya We the real g's and the well paid soldiers [Meek Mill] So if you n***as scared, call the feds up We taking over I'm just giving n***as heads up We shoot 'em down, just to let 'em know we dead up 8 figure n***a, tell the labels, give that bread up MMG, b**h, Maybach Music, we just do sh** like this for no reason No pen, no pad flow Wale in the building