Reflected

Lyrics

[Intro] People of that deep shit, people want that real shit They wanna know about me, the struggles that I been with They wanna see me flawed, they wanna feel belonged So fuck it here it is, one of my realest songs [Verse 1] At the age of eleven I moved to Sun Valley, California Met hella different people, the people that they would warn us – about But I had my doubts my mind was always open Couldn't focus up in class, practicing my tags I noticed That the G'd up kid would get all the girls in school So I became outspoken started staying what I felt as true That creates lots of fightin' 'till the age of seventeen Dislocated a shoulder slap-boxin a homie bigger than me That was around the time our house got raided For graffiti painting and a stabbing related To my name and my crew, so you know they came for my ass Guns drawn on my parents like im a drug dealer, but goddamn At that time I was two years in it with a girl On and off 'till I caught her chillin' with some dude so fuck her I was hurt like "fuck a bitch" at seventeen real pissed Trust issues emerged so I had to flip the script Didn't take no one or nothing serious for a long time Plus I felt this one feeling for my very first time Anxiety, panic attacks, what's goin' on with me? Put my whole entire life on hold honestly [Chorus] I'm just tryna make things right Treat 'em like a microphone, get spit on with de-light With all the things that I know, how could I not be high? The worlds filled with imperfections, I can feel mines, a freed mind I'm just tryna make things right Treat 'em like a microphone, get spit on with de-light With all the things that I know, how could I not be high? The worlds filled with imperfections, I can feel mines, a freed mind [Verse 2] Yo Started fuckin' with the music more and more 'Till I dropped "Silly Rabbit" numbers increased like woah But I was nineteen with my mind in another world Didn't care about the money, just enjoyed the flow Shoulda kept workin' but I slacked off in a major way A crazy phase when I was still down to go paint But fuck a timeline homie this reviewing a few years Still refuse to talk about the bulsshit and fears Cuz keep in mind some people want to know for nothin' but their amusement Tell them your fears and insecurities and they abuse it I've lived and I've learned, made a grip of mistakes Treating people I love wrong in plenty ways But hey it's made me who I am now and I like where I'm at Cuz I ain't the same the mothafucka, that's a fact Close homies see it, family sees, well y'all can assume Well I'm the same mothafucka, just dancing to a different tune [Chorus] I'm just tryna make things right Treat 'em like a microphone, get spit on with de-light With all the things that I know, how could I not be high? The worlds filled with imperfections, I can feel mines, a freed mind I'm just tryna make things right Treat 'em like a microphone, get spit on with de-light With all the things that I know, how could I not be high? The worlds filled with imperfections, I can feel mines, a freed mind