I'll never forget, we was in the fifth grade, maybe it was later than that, but remember we was at the we had the orchestra thing and you told-you told a white girl, you told her to tell me that if I went and got some braces that you would go out with a nigga shit.
This is for those that's-that's not picture perfect, but we still worth the picture, you know? As I sit here and sip this Corona. Turn into the class clown, teachers couldn't stand me nowĭefense mechanism, lookin' for attention He got a fresh new pair, and there I was with hand-me-downs That nigga had the fresh new gear, J's drop She went with my nigga, Sosa, I was scared to approach her Oh yeah, remember Brandy? Loved her like candy Some niggas had the perfect smile with the nice wave hair Was just another sign saying life ain't fair The significance at the time, this crooked smile They came slow and out of line, I couldn't comprehend Mouth open at the mirror daily, look and wonder how my teeth'll grow Liftin' up my pillow, tooth fairy never came around Momma youngest, e'erybody knew I was the problem childįront teeth missing in my smile, snaggletooth nigga for a while
Growing up was just a young knucklehead running wild I never hit that stage again, I begged my mom for braces, then I had a "You ain't So So Def, your teeth just got Jagged Edges"ĭamn, that was the dagger that killed my swagger The nigga verse was weak, that is until he said this But like the sun, all you know I found my way back round, baby, back round. His heart started to beat fast, the part of defeat Thought I scared the nigga, DJ started the beat Tossed the mic right to 'em like I dared the nigga The crowd feeling my rage, I aired the nigga I went first, I kicked my verse, spit like a lion out the cage I might as well sign up and climbed up the stage Going nowhere, I figured, "Fuck it, there's a couple hoes here" too close to touch crooked smile lyrics : verse 1 youve had your thumb on me too long im so confused on right from wrong you cripple every thought of. Niggas was on the stage, battlin' babblin' ain't nuttin' newīut on this particular night that we was coming through I had a name, was far from lame and that meant everything I got a story for ya, when I was seventeen Your roommate yelling, "Why you gotta take so long?" No need to fix what God already put his paint brush on Stare in the mirror but its clear that you can’t face what’s wrong Killing yourself to find a man that'll kill for you With all the pressure to look impressive and go out in heels Oh, you a woman? I don't know how you deal I got smart, I got rich, and I got bitches stillĪnd they all look like my eyebrows: thick as hell We ain't picture perfect but we worth the picture still I keep my twisted grill, just to show the kids it's real My shit is crooked look at how far I done got without it
I ain't gon' sit around and front like I ain't thought about itĪ perfect smile is more appealing but it's funny how They tell me I should fix my grill cause I got money now