[Intro: FishyRap]

Looking back on the things I've done

I don't know

Where it started to go this bad

When I started to trade tid for tad

And a tech-9 looks rad

Till someone pops off in your face (Ay)

Reflections on my time in the race

[Verse 1: DJ Professor O-K]

Day one and I’m seeking redemption

As I start the engine

Screaming as I blast by (Corolla)

Suspicious fellas on the sidewalk

Have no interest for a quick small talk

On a secret mission – hard to see me stalk

Peace is not the answer

‘bout to go down hard as cancer

This rhythm ain’t no dancer

‘cus I could be dead for all I know

This is thе final straw

To get out of this mess

Do I need to say this twice (today)

This will go down quickly

As my rеflections hits me back

Kept my gun in the back-pack

A sacrifice using sword for next attack

‘cus how else make this shit a decent track

And how I gonna eat without a snack

If I start to fall behind

The next guy

Who only wanna stay in front of the next guy

No, no guy wanna be the next guy, to die

[Chorus: DJ Professor O-K]

Shattered glass, scars, my broken bones

Lying on the floor, drowning in my blood

Mirror, mirror, I was misunderstood

My reflections fades away with old-fashioned phones

[Verse 2: FishyRap]

Day two and I'm feeling sober

As I drive down the highway

Holla as I pass by (Corolla)

Some pretty ladies down the street

Could get 'em easy like a cheat-sheet

But I'm on a mission — 'bout to get the meat

Gun is loaded, I never retreat

Pray to God I won't see no defeat

Pray I won't have to run from no heat

'cus I can't be caught out now

This my last job before I go

And get out of this life

Though I've already said that twice (this week)

But this will be different right?

I need some reflections on my life

But this strap is my life-line

Would die without a gun on my waist-line

'cus there's some sharks in this cloud nine

And how I gonna eat if I don't get mine

If I start to fall behind

The next guy

Who only wanna stay in front of the next guy

No, no guy wanna be the next guy, to die

And fuck it, the king of this circle is I

[Chorus: DJ Professor O-K]

Shattered glass, scars, my broken bones

Lying on the floor, drowning in my blood

Mirror, mirror, I was misunderstood

My reflections fades away with old-fashioned phones

[Verse 3: FishyRap]

Day three or four, I don't even remember

But I'm feeling cold like it's December

"Ay, can you, could you turn the heat up?"

I get a cold stare from a policeman

He's telling me to think this through

Has laid out a plan, what he wants me to do

But I've been thinking of my place in this life

Why I called the game my fucking wife

And you know? I don't know

Where it started to go this bad

When I started to trade tid for tad

But I know I ain't, no, never been a snitch

[Outro: FishyRap]

Ay, shut the fuck up bitch