Reflection

[Chorus] Put a mirror in a nigga face and he'll run Tell him that you love him, he may pull out his gun Look just like me, even down to the walk Noticed the difference probably soon as we talk [Verse 1] I do not politic with the fools Counterfeit systems, I’m more than kind of bending the rules Donavan Mitchell, I'm definitely finna talk all this jazz Constantly victim, I'm more than kind of hip to the blues That’s why I could give a shit 'bout the news Excel despite we consciously victim These niggas like to strip us of truth Large contradictions, I'm 6'5" tryna fit in the coupe Large contributions to culture, and somewhere someone sitting in cubes didn't approve? No ice cubes in my Riesling and you should know that Wash the chicken before you season it, you should know that That's a metaphor, my nigga please don't get caught off the Prozac out here nodding off I'm out here getting to these visions I was plotting on I window-shopped it, then I copped it, now I got it on And I know everything that came before that dotted line these days Held a mirror to my face (Who you think you talking to, huh?) I didn’t run away I ran in place [Chorus] Put a mirror in a nigga face and he’ll run Tell him that you love him, he gon' pull out his gun Look just like me, even down to the walk Noticed the difference probably soon as we talk [Verse 2] We only talk about ball We only talk once a year, not even that, I don’t call I haven't called in like three He 6'2" I'm 6’5" he used to make me feel small I used to think he was strong now I know he just weak Got me climbing a mountain it's all cliffs and no peaks I was slide, hydroplaning, it's all drifts and no grip It's all good, don't trip I used say that with tears He only heard with his ears We speak with more than our lips My shoulders Pringle, no chips I ain't gon' make it, nuff said One day I didn't get upset Some shit just is what it is I put that shit on my kids though, I can not go out the same That carpal tunnel my wrist, I'm way too deep with the script It's paralyzing in fact The analyzing of facts Calculating the trauma to iterate it on wax Fam, if it wasn't for rap This shit a mirror of sorts, got me seeing myself See niggas see they reflections and get to peeing themselves Them untethered connections ain't really freeing at all Cold shoulders, I just pray I get to see them shits thaw Bulldozing through the haze, that's why it's coming so raw And I ain't sorry at all [Chorus] Put a mirror in a nigga face and he'll run Tell him that you love him, he may pull out his gun Look just like me even down to the walk Noticed the difference probably soon as we talk