[Verse 1]
It isn't fair to not share what I dare
But so many people are scared
Honestly why do we care?
Innocent lives lost, sinning beside a cross
Women don't like to talk, I'm only interested in my thoughts
s*** isn't my loss, but when listenting to my bars
It's different, but try Charles
Just provide it all
I wish I could make you happy all the time when I rhyme
But I think you'll be fine when I decide to decline
Ain't this a b****? I stay in the mix
My grave is a wish, I wish to be paid
Give me away what I did in the past
Now I gotta get me the cash
Take a little trip, get some a**
Gotta get a hit for the class
With my n**** E, with my n**** Mav
Doesn't even matter if I'm mad
Does it even matter if I'm bad
What do we have, justice at last
Never been the type to just f*** them and pass
But this is magick, bust it and laugh
Stuck with a crash, mustn't be sad
But when at last I look in the mirror
I see nothing but scratches, ugly and has-been
That's my mask 'cause death, needed success but asking for rest
[Hook]
Lying in the mirror won't get you nowhere
Crying in the mirror won't get you nowhere
Try to get closer and make yourself over
Try to get closer and make yourself over
[Verse 2]
It's not your talent man, you gotta have balance
Dag it, I had it, approach tracks like a savage
Don't laugh at the sadness, I'm genetically predisposed to it
So I make music, hopefully it's dope I don't abuse it
I don't have a life outside of this, I'm, quiet as s***
Can't get high but I sip, I'm trying to vent
Silence within, don't ask me how I'm doing
I'm happy when I'm losing, am I exactly who you choosing?
Never have I been so down, forget those clowns
Someone roll the window down
Let me blow the indo out
No info, just doubt, we rolling out
Rolling too deep like cops
Momma know she's my pops, we got shocked
Can we not be topped? My request
Why I always gotta make a mess
Gotta stay the best, gangsta lean
But a goth in the flesh
Pop when arrested, lots of breath
Hot side of death, dropping next
Prophets confess, you ain't see me coming with the hotness that I possess
I am not A Tribe Called Quest
Nor am I Kanye West, not in jest
Still [?] on my chest
[Hook x2]
Lying in the mirror won't get you nowhere
Crying in the mirror won't get you nowhere
Try to get closer and make yourself over
Try to get closer and make yourself over
It isn't fair to not share what I dare
But so many people are scared
Honestly why do we care?
Innocent lives lost, sinning beside a cross
Women don't like to talk, I'm only interested in my thoughts
s*** isn't my loss, but when listenting to my bars
It's different, but try Charles
Just provide it all
I wish I could make you happy all the time when I rhyme
But I think you'll be fine when I decide to decline
Ain't this a b****? I stay in the mix
My grave is a wish, I wish to be paid
Give me away what I did in the past
Now I gotta get me the cash
Take a little trip, get some a**
Gotta get a hit for the class
With my n**** E, with my n**** Mav
Doesn't even matter if I'm mad
Does it even matter if I'm bad
What do we have, justice at last
Never been the type to just f*** them and pass
But this is magick, bust it and laugh
Stuck with a crash, mustn't be sad
But when at last I look in the mirror
I see nothing but scratches, ugly and has-been
That's my mask 'cause death, needed success but asking for rest
[Hook]
Lying in the mirror won't get you nowhere
Crying in the mirror won't get you nowhere
Try to get closer and make yourself over
Try to get closer and make yourself over
[Verse 2]
It's not your talent man, you gotta have balance
Dag it, I had it, approach tracks like a savage
Don't laugh at the sadness, I'm genetically predisposed to it
So I make music, hopefully it's dope I don't abuse it
I don't have a life outside of this, I'm, quiet as s***
Can't get high but I sip, I'm trying to vent
Silence within, don't ask me how I'm doing
I'm happy when I'm losing, am I exactly who you choosing?
Never have I been so down, forget those clowns
Someone roll the window down
Let me blow the indo out
No info, just doubt, we rolling out
Rolling too deep like cops
Momma know she's my pops, we got shocked
Can we not be topped? My request
Why I always gotta make a mess
Gotta stay the best, gangsta lean
But a goth in the flesh
Pop when arrested, lots of breath
Hot side of death, dropping next
Prophets confess, you ain't see me coming with the hotness that I possess
I am not A Tribe Called Quest
Nor am I Kanye West, not in jest
Still [?] on my chest
[Hook x2]
Lying in the mirror won't get you nowhere
Crying in the mirror won't get you nowhere
Try to get closer and make yourself over
Try to get closer and make yourself over