Jeezy - How I Did It (Perfection) lyrics

Get gone and get with it, hate it or love it
I can't even lie man
Sometimes I'm like fuck it
This should be addition
These niggas subtractin'
And why I'm so tense, man
I should be relaxin'
Remember times on the highway with them ten
Done it all the best
Cuz ive never seen the pen
Still do it for the streets cause
They taught that boy a lesson
You done it how i did it, man
They call that shit perfection

I'm from a small hood, but I had big dreams
My uncle Robert taught me how
To use the big beam that was right before he
Caught his life sentences
Do what you gotta, just put your life in it
(hey)
Me and Goldmouth in this jeep, we on the road
All I saw was red and blue lights
I thought he told butterflies as we going
Through this roadblock
Ask yourself questions like
(is this where my road stop?)
I'm tryna be cool, this nigga nervous
He sweatin' like a two dollar
Whore in Sunday Service
Got at least two blocks of
Hard back in this bitch
Right now I'm thinkin' we should've
Better packaged this shit
God works in mysterious ways and yes He do
Said "Mister that's a nice Cherokee"
And they let us through
So, don't get to talkin' these records
I sold millions
35 off in Magic, I bought billions!

Get gone and get with it, hate it or love it
I can't even lie man
Sometimes I'm like fuck it
This should be addition
These niggas subtractin'
And why I'm so tense, man
I should be relaxin'
Remember times on the highway with them ten
Done it all the best
Cuz ive never seen the pen
Still do it for the streets cause
They taught that boy a lesson
You done it how i did it, man
They call that shit perfection

Hit my nigga up on the chirp
Said "What's the ticket?"
24 extra 5, nigga show you how to whip it
I’m getting cooking
Next to homies they counting the cash man
What to do with the wrap?
(Never put it in the trash can)
This shit is so deep, I'm talking so deep!
I'm the king of the kitchen now
This is my sink i'm the king of the kitchen
Nigga this is my stove
That's why I got my own lane
Bitch I made my own road (That's right)
Now I'm movin' weight like a
Trainer and a diet used to put the work in a
Bag and then I tie it
Flashbacks I can't deny
But, you tell them police ass
Niggas "Bitch I'm retired"
That's why I do it for the
Ones in the street, ones in the cage
All the shit I'm goin' through
I should be askin' for a raise
Don't get to talkin' this work
I made millions
35 off in Visions, I bought billions

Get gone and get with it, hate it or love it
I can't even lie man
Sometimes I'm like fuck it
This should be addition
These niggas subtractin'
And why I'm so tense, man
I should be relaxin'
Remember times on the highway with them ten
Done it all the best
Cuz ive never seen the pen
Still do it for the streets cause
They taught that boy a lesson
You done it how i did it, man
They call that shit perfection