Practice Makes Perfect

If practice makes perfect I put perfect into practice Just trying to put Shields on the atlas Only do events just to spit daftness Your whole style is a catfish Uh, I want a Gucci and a Fendi one Demi God, walking in the club with a semi on Uh, I rarely ever get it wrong Flow staying Baltic, like I've bitten one of Lefty's songs, uh Rest in piece to Ugo Ehiogu I spend a couple seasons out in France like David Bellion, uh My woman likes to get it on But I left her on read, like "I don't know who that's a message from" Us vs them Autobots vs Decepticons Running into battle with my weapon drawn F*ck a critic, I'm my own fan Scoring goals in front of home fans Catch me in the moonlight tryna' slow dance I'm just tryna' f*ck, nah I'm not trying to romance You can clearly tell just from the way that I talk That right now I'm head to toe dressed in Yves Saint Laurent Key part of the scene but I can leave when I want Cream of the crop, I'm begging you to please let me stunt Opportunity knocks, and I'm grabbing it About to Take Off like Max Gavins is Hello Everybody panhandling To the left to the left, where I'm passing it Let me see you try to laugh at this And thats a wrap to bits Fox