Man & The Mirror

[Intro]

Back once a-motherfucking-gain

Come here mirror, bring yourself to me

I want you to see the beauty you've created

[Verse]

Caddy got the brown hard top just like the Créme Brulée

Crack it...I mean retract it

The bitches they think I'm attractive

That means I'm sexually active

Hang out with actors and chefs

Gray Beamer, swing the left, BBS's

Flip out the roof, land in a split

Handle my shit

Straight from Flushing, Queens

Where them hammers get gripped

A fiend will suck your dick

For a gram of the sniff

I been gorgeous, mid-August

Twin Porsches, three floor loft

Diana Ross, blow my nostrils with the tan cloth

Five in the mornin' drinkin' coffee smokin' Kents

With the teased hair, doggy everywhere we be's there

You can touch, like the coach and the gymnast

Baby I been this

Pouches of tuna, Ounces of Uma

The '89 station wagon, Mercury Sable

Forest Green, forest park, Horace Grant

It's me