Imperfect Cells - Richie Branson

Got my shit together now I’m out the turtle shell

All my life I thought that I had perfect cells

And when I found out that I didn’t that shit hurt like hell

Uh, hol' up.

Shout out to my surgeon

Without him I don’t think that I could wild out on these verses

Risin' to the surface had to keep my eyes on purpose

Now I’m never running out of bars like Verizon service

Switchin' up like Sprint «Can you hear me now?»

My voice ain’t the same, I’m just trying to feel it out

When they wheeled me out the doctor’s office I was feeling proud

Til' I got that first bill, it was 50 thou

Never stressing over money I’m just glad to be alive

Guess I gotta role to play, not talkin' 'bout Persona 5

Sorry for the wait, I just had to take my time

Drill breaking through the sickness now I’m racing to the sky

I’m not perfect, I’m not perfect

I’m still working my way back up to the surface

Sometimes you gotta go through hell to find your purpose

I don’t fuck with negativity, bitch I’m allergic

Look, I’m not perfect, I’m not perfect

I’m still working my way back up to the surface

Sometimes you gotta go through hell to find your purpose

I don’t fuck with negativity, bitch I’m allergic

I appreciate your patience, I was just a patient

Medication had me faded that shit felt like a vacation

Still remember when my album was the most anticipated

Now I be surprised if anyone remember what my name is

When they hear me on a track they like «oh its so and so»

Everybody call me king now I don’t even hold a throne

When they told me I had cancer, that shit hurt me to my soul

Hope my daughter doesn’t get my less than perfect chromosomes

Look, No Adderall but I’m focused now

Moved my family to Oakland now

I’m still holdin' out for good results on my ultrasound

Can’t smoke an ounce but I still roll up in low amounts

Now I’m showing out, talk shit like a motherfucking troll account

Not perfect… but I’m hopeful

Treat my daughter like a good father supposed to

If she needs to pay tuition, instant transmission like Goku

Whippin in that Maserati drifting like a Hachi-Roku

I’m not perfect, I’m not perfect

I’m still working my way back up to the surface

Sometimes you gotta go through hell to find your purpose

I don’t fuck with negativity, bitch I’m allergic

Look, I’m not perfect, I’m not perfect

I’m still working my way back up to the surface

Sometimes you gotta go through hell to find your purpose

I don’t fuck with negativity, bitch I’m allergic