[Verse 1:]
Every since I was a lil ^!$$% always wanted to be better
So I always hustle harder always grind smarter

Cause my mama taught me how to be perfect how to write cursive
Back in high school I had a pass like NASH, I draw the best pictures
Painted all my pictures, clothes out the cleaners every since I was teen

Got the best things from the cars to the bling
Real street ^!$$% I don't see how they could hate you ($#&@ em)
Ain't nobody perfect it's the effort that makes you

Got my own style special like my brother (TQ)
I teach the whole hood man I'm special like my mother
I $#&@ed alot of models like Russell Simmons

Played alot of women I wouldn't call the %#@! pimpin
Made alot of mad songs made alot of sad songs
But you can bet that I never made a bad song


[CHORUS:]
Perfection (Boosie) Perfection (Boosie) Perfection (Boosie)

Perfection I do it to perfection perfection
I do it to perfection perfection if you try to be
Perfectly (perfect) cause when you do you can only get better (that's right)

You should try to be perfectly cause when you do you can only get better (that's right)

[Verse 2:]

Look, I gotta sack on me 20 cash on me
Cook the best chicken, breast, and macaronii
And I don't even know y dey hatin on me, so I make a song to let em know I know dey hatin on me(I know ^!$$%)

In the game I'm the young walter payton (sweetness) got my own look
$#&@ it sang my own hook, put that dick down good teach your girl a lesson
Tell a ghetto story teach a thug a lesson, yeah you living that life but your mama stressin

So you ain't perfect you still eatin at the churches
Still feel kinda worthless when your friends gone
Never thought you'd need friends to lean on

I'm perfect with this pimpin, I'm perfect with this mutha$#&@in insulin
I got my own haircut I'm way fresher evisu's cuffed 1 time
God bless you (Whoo)