Lyrics:
Can't find a way to leave the
Streets, from day to night
I kill my time off dubba-AA flexin’
Louie Bandz made another one d major, baby
Ooh, by
Trap-Star
Meine Reifen Reflection
Ich wünsche mir nur ein neues Bandana
Wenn du mich siehst, ist die Stimmung im Keller
Du funkelst hell und ich funkel'
see a rival's when I'm checkin' my reflection
Anytime I see my rival I say "Damn, that kid is handsome."
I ain't never been no thug
I use this pencil
reflection
With no second thought for those I've killed
A murderous sociopath, a narcissist
I'm born of wrath, pride, envy, gluttony, lust, sloth and greed
Enter the beyond
Spectral asylum
The walls are closing in
I am locked inside
A dungeon for the night
There's nowhere I can run
When the killer lives
Tired of talking to the mirror
Tryna tell myself I'm good
Girl [?] is the killer
I know she'd get me if she could
But Hän said "Don't you go
the mirror my reflection is killer
Jigga, X, Ja niggas
It's murda
reflection
Behind it all will lay broken shells of worn out streetlights
The bulbs crumbled and splintered glass remains embedded in our heels
Reminding
Every single box is checked
Did someone put a hex on
Me like Harry Potter wizardry
Or spray me with rejection weed
Killer to make me withery?
Deep down I
it up.
Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts
If this is love I don't wanna be hanging by the neck
Before an audience of death.
You could be
ain't a killer, you a cartoon (you a cartoon)
Caught a new body in my old school (old school)
I saw you at your homie grave, well, tell that nigga
stalkin' me on Instagram 'cause I don't fuck with Twitter (hmm)
Say she think her boyfriend scared of me, he say that I'm a killer
(Mari beats, turn me up)
Don't ride by the opps no more
You can't complain that's how I am just tell them don't get shot no more
These nigga ain't beefing, throw in the towel,
out
Stingin' niggas for they're jewels in they're stash house
Snatch a nigga up by his butterfly, sing him a lullaby
Closed casket, make sure his
gon' yell, "Brother, please"
All the police on your force gon' be scared to witness me
When you see me in the traffic psychopathic killer addict
the real thing, I can almost taste it
When I rise early in the morning
And I look in the mirror
Reflections of your lovely face
With tears in my eyes
As I
can't let go, let go, let go
Baby, you've got me open
Baby, I just wanna make you mine
By the end of the night, end of the night
By the end
now
Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now
It's supposed to be good now
It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down
Fire
That's what we live by, die for it
I got homies standing firm doing time for it
We have 5K1 [?] killers [??]
We gon bust that nigga, fuck that nigga!
and Al take her
Deaded borders separated by the waters
Stats and surveys be off like Saturdays
Madd killers reproducin' like caterpillars
What's
at the pictures
Didn't have a manual to build this
Just assemble it from feeling
By looking at pictures
I was given tools meant for building
With no
And this high that I'm on is a killer
Freedom’s found in innocence
Burdened by social ignorance
The value of your life is just two clicks away
Don’t you fall
Holy city fraud
Winding down the road
There’s ghosts behind the trees
A line of flares lights
Faces by the curves
Of Blood Alley
I don’t mind
live my life, yeah
You let them tell it I turned into a bad guy, yeah
And all dese rap niggas before me I pass by, yeah
My hood show love everytime I
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