Текст песни Perfect Cell - D.U.N.E

I come back like Perfect Cell
I know they ain't wishin' well
Flip the coin in wishing well, they prayin' I end up in Hell
If that was true, I'd be yourself
Niggas don't listen to the music, they just wanna hear the sales
I could go and sell too, I could buy and sell you
They said "Where you go to school?"
I said "Institute of Blue"
They asked who I look up to, I said "Me, when I'm in booth"
I'm in Neiman, how 'bout you?
I put three just on my shoes

Call them demons, all on you
Can't do free, I need my food
I been blingin', blingin' too
She been ringin', ringin too
She said "I've been missing you"
Took one look, that's when I knew
I had to switch my whole gang up
You don't want bread, can't sit with you
Man, I'm outside, where is the crew
Niggas outside, aimin' at you
You can get fried, chicken bake too
That means that I can bring you the boom
All that you got, it's silver with spoon
All that I got, from being in tune
All that you not, we see it on you
They say I'm too fye, I need to get cool
You gotta know switchin' the swag'll make these niggas mad
This much is true
No it do not matter (if) you brag
They still gon' find a way to hate on you
You cannot respond to that, they talkin' that shit
They know it isn't true
Ask 'em "Can you show a band?"
They stop responding, what can they do?
Not putting you on, must think I'm a fool
We punchin' like Kong, you King K. Rool
You runnin' behind, you can't keep up
That's just 'cause they all not feeling you
I walk in the mall, they like "ooh, it's you"
I wanna put diamonds on my jewels
Wanna put diamonds on my tooth
For all the times, wan' jump off the roof
I told Mom, check comin' in soon
She say I'm the bomb, believe in me too
I'm Parks and Rec, Ron, ain't chillin' with you
Italian Don, I'm sending on you
He turnin' up gone, he been on the news
Don't know where he went, don't ask me dude
She try to come back, now that's just cruel
But it is a fact, I tap, then move

I come back like Perfect Cell
I know they ain't wishin' well
Flip the coin in wishing well, they prayin' I end up in Hell
If that was true, I'd be yourself
Niggas don't listen to the music, they just wanna hear the sales
I could go and sell too, I could buy and sell you
They said "Where you go to school?"
I said "Institute of Blue"
They asked who I look up to, I said "Me, when I'm in booth"
I'm in Neiman, how 'bout you?
I put three just on my shoes