Practice Makes Perfect

I knew I was gifted
Just needed ears to listen
Turned this brilliance to business
Now that I rake up the riches
And these kids, they gon' feel this
And the realest gon' mimic
I encourage opinions now that I’m in this position
I’ll take what you’re telling and cook it up in the kitchen
Cook the rap up, so me
So you can’t beat this addiction
White kid talking logistics
They stay mad 'cause I’m different
Spitting game to the game
Spread the legs, I’m all in it
I don’t love this bitch’s business
Treat her ass like a chicken
'Cause we’re rapped out with Pac
And all these new dudes is fiction
But these businesses forever-ing remember I said it
'Cause I do this for pleasure
But worse know I’m in it
Just know that they phony
Yeah, the cash whips and their Rollies
These dudes some Oscar Mayer motherfuckers -- full of bologna
And you don’t know me
If only you knew how late I’d be working
Getting these thoughts up out my head
With this pen is disturbing
Everything I say is real
I’m worried about myself
Don’t give a fuck about how you feel
Ain’t worried about no one else
'Cause while y’all fake balling, I’m working
Going in on these verses
Practice makes perfect
So all this time spent is worth it
Everything I say is real
I’m worried about myself
Don’t give a fuck about how you feel
Ain’t worried about no one else
'Cause while y’all fake balling, I’m working
Going in on these verses
Practice makes perfect
So all this time spent is worth it
Picture needles in your father’s arm
But now you so curious
Now picture your father gone
And now you delirious
Why so serious?
Because this shit could happen to you
But society keep you sheltered
You ain’t used to the truth
What would you do?
Single mom, raising a man on your own
These new boyfriends hand out ass whoopings
That you don’t condone
But you let it go
'Cause you don’t wanna do this alone
You broke as fuck, so say I’m a cloud
Just hop in his home
Your son down in the basement
Getting forced into some dome
He’s scarred, 'cause these kids started fucking at five years old
And these girls grown
No matter how we tried to say no
They kept on going
They would just rip off all of his clothes
Like, «what happened, Kyle?
Why are you so sick of this mansion?»
You couldn’t grasp it
So we pray that you would quit asking
Quit playing, quit saying that you 'bout to get an apartment
We should’ve never been in this fucking position to start with
And that’s the truth
Everything I say is real
I’m worried about myself
Don’t give a fuck about how you feel
Ain’t worried about no one else
'Cause while y’all fake balling, I’m working
Going in on these verses
Practice makes perfect
So all this time spent is worth it
Everything I say is real
I’m worried about myself
Don’t give a fuck about how you feel
Ain’t worried about no one else
'Cause while y’all fake balling, I’m working
Going in on these verses
Practice makes perfect
So all this time spent is worth it