Letra de I Ain’t Perfect - Dame D.O.L.L.A.

(Nonstop)

I ain't perfect, I got demons too

I don't need you to give me more, I just need what's due

Same hustle as my pops, just a different route

But we keep one thing in common, both quick to shoot

I'm just tryna keep my karma lower than my favor

And pray to God anything take me but a hater

I love this money, but I swear it's family over paper

Look at the accolades, tell me what could make me greater

I ain't perfect, I got demons too

And I know we can't rock like we used to do

I'm tryna change and be a better father for my sons

Show 'em they can get they point across without a gun

I'm just tryna keep my karma lower than my favor

And pray to God anything take me but a hater

I love this money, but I swear it's family over paper

Look at the accolades, tell me what could make me greater, huh

Speaking to my therapist weekly, I need my dose of that

Lord, you know the facts, I prop up the family like they some shoulder pads

A flawed man with pure intentions, gotta know my ass

They see I signed an extension, he got a load of cash

A boy dad, can't give my sons what I got in me

All I got is principles and some philosphy

They knockin' me, but secretly, they really rock with me

I'm the reason a lot of folks got a pot to pee

When I wake up out my sleep, I count it as a win

Another day with wifey, Dame Jr., and my twins

Remember back when pops was loaded off the Seagram's Gin

I know he made me sturdy, never weak or bend

I ain't perfect, I got demons too

I don't need you to give me more, I just need what's due

Same hustle as my pops, just a different route

But we keep one thing in common, both quick to shoot

I'm just tryna keep my karma lower than my favor

And pray to God anything take me but a hater

I love this money, but I swear it's family over paper

Look at the accolades, tell me what could make me greater

I ain't perfect, I got demons too

And I know we can't rock like we used to do

I'm tryna change and be a better father for my sons

Show 'em they can get they point across without a gun

I'm just tryna keep my karma lower than my favor

And pray to God anything take me but a hater

I love this money, but I swear it's family over paper

Look at the accolades, tell me what could make me greater

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