I look at my reflection, I see a different figure

Take pride in my complexion, I know different people

They hate the way they look, they hate they skin color

Bro, I used to hate the way I look and hate my skin color

But I done seen it through

And I done made it out

Bro its some evil in the world I hope you make it out

I hope you take her out I hope you get that job

I hope you get that raise you wanted so you could feed yo mom

Damn

I got shackles on me

Bro, you not my hoime

Pay me what you owe me

You niggas fake bolnoge

BUt I

Metal like I'm Tony

Call my brodie, come and get me, brodie

Nobody coming

That's what this nigga told me

Now I'm sitting here thinking bro

Ion know why you want me

Damn damn

But he tried to tell me hol up

I left the people, and I wasn't healthy hol up

Bro(damn) now i'm really thinking bro

Yo, what's the point in being old

Hol up lets not get pessimistic

My twiny told just stay optimistic