Reflection

[Intro]
(Is this our world?)

[Chorus: Ellie Golding - Mirror sample]
I look in the mirror
And I try to see myself (yuh, yuh)
My head full of terror (tick, tick)
From the games I played too well
I try to see clearer
I try and forget the fires I've started
And I try to be nearer (I tried)
To where you are
Where you are
(Yeah)

[Verse 1: Slyte]
Young nigga make them flips
Roadrunner make them trips
I don't touch shit
'Til I run out, and then go zip, zip
One nigga can't run shit
I ain't got a plan?
That a ton that ain't make no sense
Dumb niggas make no cents
Think about it
If I got it, then everybody got it
That's a problem if everybody don't want it
Anybody can beat an opponent to be the best
Who gon' be the one to tote it
And you don't want it, it's about a hunnid of us
And I don't want another, got a dozen of 'em
If get another one
I might hit the button on motherfuckers
And I ain't been like this in a minute
Way, way high
Like I ain't see no sense in a limit
Workin' way hard
And I ain't see lil' sis in a minute
That's my everything
Touch her, you can die any minute
I can be society's minister
Next day, society's menace
Dependin' on what he given (I can?)
I can be society's savior
Next day, society's villain
Dependin' on who we killin'
Fuck that
I'd rather be posted on Logan with the homies
What it gon' be, another blunt
I got the stogey
I'm cool with that, but can't act like its my only goal
And I'm grown, nigga
If you ain't with it, I get gone
With four young niggas steady breakin' out the mold
Needle with the wax, inscence, oh no
They ain't 'bout the business, then I'm all up on my own
'Cause if you ain't pullin' strings, how the game get sewn?

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I ain't no backpack nigga
I'm just livin' out a backpack, nigga
Pride aside, and never new riders
Got the Back back, nigga
Had to buckle down the strapback, wait
Don't show me love on a Cash App, nigga
This ain't about that
It's more about the thought of me bro
Mama call me every day and say she proud of me though
Had to smile just to get a few tracks out
They never got back
Hate the fact I had to lie to you hoes
'Cause I ain't fuckin' with yall
Send lil' brother to fuck on you all
I got a real bitch that's suckin' me off
And she ain't choosy (choosy)
Smoke that dream, then make some movies with me
This ain't new to me
I'm on that big dog shit, they can't neuter me
I'm gettin' sensei paid, they can't tutor
There ain't schoolin' me
Cut a check or it's not movin' me
Nigga, the crew with me
And we all gon' feast, on me
Straight like that
I'm knowin' that they bankin' on me
Pressure buildin', yeah
I'm knowin' that it's sinkin' on me
Showin' 'em how to get it without a college degree
And they creep, they sleep
So no apology please
I told yall
Treat me like an amateur please
I scold yall
Treat ya like a hammock in trees
I hold yall, and don't you forget it
Get it? (Yeah)
'Cause when I go get it
It's four young niggas steady breakin' out the mold
Needle with the wax, inscence, oh no
They ain't 'bout the business, then I'm all up on my own
'Cause when ya pullin' strings, is when the shade get thrown

[Chorus]