Текст песни Reflections - REY

Shit just ain't right to me
Had some close muhfuckas I know wouldn't ride for me
Had a couple wanna come and slide with me, just to ride the highs with me
Homie you ain't cry with me, put your pride aside for these
A spot a piece, my moms at peace, at least what I was told since I was a bout three
Lookin at heads like they got it figured out, only to grow up realize
No one know what the fuck life about
See bring em out, bring em out
Like T.I repping the south
Though my blood and flesh on SouthWest taught me how to be proud, like how
That constant hustle popped your bubble, you too comfortable
My sight on Hubble, my style ain't subtle, I been troubled, man

Hip Hop ain't ours no more
So tell me what you make this for?

To get rags to a stack?
A stack to a bag?
A bag to a Rari (Ferrari)
So you could dip, far from the hood and not see nobody, I'm thinking
I think we scare to look at our selfs
In the blink of an eye homie had spent some years in a cell, I'm singing
To myself so I can heal myself, don't care if you could tell, I got nothin else
See I ain't out here even trynna get no industry checks
Just to go blow it, have suburban kids think that I'm next
When Cesar got wet
13 shots cause the homie upset
And a set up was the only way homie felt he got respect
So ask me if I give two shits about that chain on your neck
If I give two shits if they even out here really feelin my set
See muhfuckas wanna talk like they know about this shit
But I don't give a fuck cause y'all know it's perception with this
It's funny