[Intro]

(Is this our world?)

[Chorus: Ellie Golding - Mirror sample]

I look in the mirror

And I try to see myself (yuh, yuh)

My head full of terror (tick, tick)

From the games I played too well

I try to see clearer

I try and forget the fires I've started

And I try to be nearer (I tried)

To where you are

Where you are

(Yeah)

[Verse 1: Slyte]

Young nigga make them flips

Roadrunner make them trips

I don't touch shit

'Til I run out, and then go zip, zip

One nigga can't run shit

I ain't got a plan?

That a ton that ain't make no sense

Dumb niggas make no cents

Think about it

If I got it, then everybody got it

That's a problem if everybody don't want it

Anybody can beat an opponent to be the best

Who gon' be the one to tote it

And you don't want it, it's about a hunnid of us

And I don't want another, got a dozen of 'em

If get another one

I might hit the button on motherfuckers

And I ain't been like this in a minute

Way, way high

Like I ain't see no sense in a limit

Workin' way hard

And I ain't see lil' sis in a minute

That's my everything

Touch her, you can die any minute

I can be society's minister

Next day, society's menace

Dependin' on what he given (I can?)

I can be society's savior

Next day, society's villain

Dependin' on who we killin'

Fuck that

I'd rather be posted on Logan with the homies

What it gon' be, another blunt

I got the stogey

I'm cool with that, but can't act like its my only goal

And I'm grown, nigga

If you ain't with it, I get gone

With four young niggas steady breakin' out the mold

Needle with the wax, inscence, oh no

They ain't 'bout the business, then I'm all up on my own

'Cause if you ain't pullin' strings, how the game get sewn?

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

I ain't no backpack nigga

I'm just livin' out a backpack, nigga

Pride aside, and never new riders

Got the Back back, nigga

Had to buckle down the strapback, wait

Don't show me love on a Cash App, nigga

This ain't about that

It's more about the thought of me bro

Mama call me every day and say she proud of me though

Had to smile just to get a few tracks out

They never got back

Hate the fact I had to lie to you hoes

'Cause I ain't fuckin' with yall

Send lil' brother to fuck on you all

I got a real bitch that's suckin' me off

And she ain't choosy (choosy)

Smoke that dream, then make some movies with me

This ain't new to me

I'm on that big dog shit, they can't neuter me

I'm gettin' sensei paid, they can't tutor

There ain't schoolin' me

Cut a check or it's not movin' me

Nigga, the crew with me

And we all gon' feast, on me

Straight like that

I'm knowin' that they bankin' on me

Pressure buildin', yeah

I'm knowin' that it's sinkin' on me

Showin' 'em how to get it without a college degree

And they creep, they sleep

So no apology please

I told yall

Treat me like an amateur please

I scold yall

Treat ya like a hammock in trees

I hold yall, and don't you forget it

Get it? (Yeah)

'Cause when I go get it

It's four young niggas steady breakin' out the mold

Needle with the wax, inscence, oh no

They ain't 'bout the business, then I'm all up on my own

'Cause when ya pullin' strings, is when the shade get thrown

[Chorus]