Reflektions

[Verse 1: Big Scoob]
Imma try to paint a picture for you perfectly clear
Not Picasso, but hot though, so open your ears
Gutter living, vilant visions, that's my quote of the year
In pursuit of all my blessings, and I'm hoping they near
As I cage all my rage, and spit it loud on this page
Let's engage from the days when I slaved to get payed
And I can maybe find a piece of me to leave in this game
One last little piece of me that didn't get slain
See the hood way is heavy, and it's easy to stain
I done lost so many homies, they like spots on the brain
I take shots for the pain, pretty much the whole bottle
And it pays to be tame, go hard, full throttle
No excuses, try to use it for my music, you dig?
God's feelings, gutter children, you feel it, my nig?
I reflect on the past, and try to turn it to cash
Some good, some bad, but it was all that we had

[Chorus: Big Scoob and Krizz Kaliko]
From a young buck, I came up, rough and ruggid
A hood full of hustlers, don't knock the hustle
When I think back, and think of my reflections
I could see now, that that was just a lesson
So I make it history, outgrow the food
Maintain the wisdom, do what I gotta do
Sometimes, I can use it as a reffrance
The good use of all my reflections

[Verse 2: Big Scoob]
Wouldn't exchange my tribulations, that's what made me more of a man
Had a sick and twisted childhood, so I'm as strong as I am
Plenty of homies feenin, lost a few to the grave
A life sentence couldn't fix us, we just had to get payed
I'm surrounded by the hustlers, watch hustlers play
Watchin customers get knuckled up at big homie's safe
Just a younging with the thunder, but I'm hungry as hell
Made moves, payed doos, I got prodict to sell
Splittin wigs, gettin big, homie stick to the plan
Still slanging, gangbanging, screaming high till I land
56 the villain block, we too strong to be stopped
Work these corners like the boarder, feends rockin for rocks
Pick my pay up, got my weight up, went from thunder to savage
Now the respect they show me, I'm known for the cabbage
Doing dammage, extra savage, Imma blame it on the liquor
My gutter trail page, I go hard on these niggas

[Chorus: Big Scoob and Krizz Kaliko]
From a young buck, I came up, rough and ruggid
A hood full of hustlers, don't knock the hustle
When I think back, and think of my reflections
I could see now, that that was just a lesson
So I make it history, outgrow the food
Maintain the wisdom, do what I gotta do
Sometimes, I can use it as a reffrance
The good use of all my reflections

[Verse 3: Big Scoob]
Now I'm grown, standing out, plus a family man
Left the hood like I should, but I'm switchin the plan
Palms hurt in this verse, so I can tell you it hurts
All my homies dead and gone, they lost they lives on the terf
Rest in piece to the homies that we lost in the field
Scream your name in my music, put you into my music
My hoggish ways made them see I'm a site to behold
Strange Music and this gutter movement ready to roll
Black and white, different walks of life feeling it though
Gutter vision so apealing, I connect with them all
See the truth in this villain's eyes, never no lies
Tryna rise, tryna reach the sky and hoping I can fly
Tech an9na plus gutter music, he winning again
And my vision, ain't no stopping me, you letting me in
Me and my dogs back to get it, want what's rightfully mine
Had songs so strong, before the villain got signed

[Chorus: Big Scoob and Krizz Kaliko]
From a young buck, I came up, rough and ruggid
A hood full of hustlers, don't knock the hustle
When I think back, and think of my reflections
I could see now, that that was just a lesson
So I make it history, outgrow the food
Maintain the wisdom, do what I gotta do
Sometimes, I can use it as a reffrance
The good use of all my reflections