REFLECTION Lyrics

Pockets empty take me where it's plenty

Ridin dirty ain't nobody with me

Speedin past them yellow lights all through my city got to make it fore they try to kill me

Accounting for accounts look Ma my bank HIT

Tryna get her out so she retire that day shift

A nigga tryna get it know my hood gone stay there

Run up he be clutchin, yeah my brother don't play fair

Smooth Criminal like the hood Mike Jack

I been on my denim, I ain't giving no slack

I been on the grind tryna bring in more stacks

Keeping tabs, I been sticking to the paper like a tac

Big dog need a big bag bout to floss and yo bitch mad

Tryna run through a check just watch and sit back

Spin the block with niggas talkin big cash

Run it up through the backend, pull up with a stash neighbors think we flipping packs

Ride in buckets with a ratchet blood hound

High up in the clouds ain't no comin down

Got some funds now

Used to play the two but I'm the One now

Ain't no rich boy

Big mobbin wit my lil dogs

Still ducking twelve

Ridin with a big toy

Same niggas still round and they stayed down still we lookin up now

I been layin low with my dogs ridin in the cut tryna stack it up now

I was ballin now I'm swichin leagues playing for them bucks now

We seen good times hard times Once I'm Up

Need it stuck

I aint tryna go back down

Ain't no talkin smack if you aint talkin figures

I need more figures, fuck a gold digger

Got a bad bitch, wanna hold triggers

She be too boujee

We be makin movies

All my visions glitter, yours more dimmer

I see shadows light up in the dark

I got a Big Rotty, with a Big Bite

All you bitches is just bark

Layin low through the streets

I ain't hidin I'm discreet

Bullets bounce to the beat

I need checks on my feet

I need checks all on me

Me is who I'm tryna be

Hard to sleep cuz I be scheemin

Last chick said I'm a demon

I'm a blessing best believe it

Sick puppy I ain't sneezin

Cold nigga got em freezin

Give em something to believe in

Out in Cali sun beamin

Niggas shoot like Open Season

Told you niggas I got reasons, yeah

My momma got it out the projects

Now her son is a hell of a prospect

Dreamin like it ain't no object

I'm just tryna trust the process

Same niggas still round and they stayed down still we lookin up now

I been layin low with my dogs ridin in the cut tryna stack it up now

I was ballin now I'm swichin leagues playing for them bucks now

We seen good times hard times Once I'm Up

Need it stuck

I ain't tryna go back down