Nobody's Perfect (Tribute to J.Cole & Missy Elliott)

this is for all the fans that waited
the bitch niggas that hated
all hoes we dated
look mama, we made it!
your son out in barbados
cheese eggs and potatoes
smoking weed in the beaches, my mind working like playdos
analyzing the world
fantasising by girls
I’m handing diamonds and pearls
vandalizing her curls
sweating her weave out
moes that she breathes out
doing the parties with over and seas out
I step over parana
death over designer
they killin' niggas for J’s
that’s death over desinger
hey, Cole! he enough like that leftover lasania
remember when I used to be stressed over Dewana
now a nigga only text in distress over Rihanna’s
I’m talking 10's and better
all them Niggas tems and sweater
and we always argue about the same thing
tell me why we gotta argue about the same thing, same thing, yea…
nobody’s perfect, uh.
nobody’s perfect, ay, ay, uh.
babe, but you perfect for me.
nobody’s perfect, uh.
nobody’s perfect, ay, ay, uh.
babe, but you perfect for me.
we roling.
we riding.
we like to go
inside and
I like to go
all night and
we rock the boat inside and
I like to call your name, name, name.
ay, baby, I like to call your name, name, name, uh.