Mirror (feat. Lil Bibby)

Ayy look Bibby

We gotta take 'em back to what we know man

What's real, that street shit, look

I come from where it's rob or get robbed, kill or be killed

The main goal just try and get home like Wringley Field

Shells old, pop out revolvers, they hit him, he still

Can't trust a soul, they act like you owe 'em, don't hit 'em be still

I say I rap shit I really done did, really done lived

Every time I step in the booth, I tell 'em the truth

Glock forty with the clip hangin' out the bottom

You get faced with all these problems tryan make it from the bottom

Hollows pop soon as we spot 'em

Spin the block, I think we got 'em

Street **** hustle

War that's all I know, that's how I'm rockin'

Ten thousand in the pipe

The size my phone inside my pocket

I always cock it, I know **** plottin'

Pray I won't drop 'em while everybody watching

Young **** all about a profit

And I post up on the block with them goblins

Lil **** starvin', looking like a target

If we see stain then we gon' rob 'em, ayy

I was tryan stack a lil green

Go hard for the team, live a young **** dream

I swear these young ****

They'll probably go crazy if they seen all the shit that I've seen

Thirty clips, fifty clips, new MAC 11's

AK-47's with beams

Pull up on your block and straight clear the scene

Purposeful, ain't miss a thing

And now we get money, might blow out a beam

Used to just hop out the veen

Been rocking designer way before teen

Triple OG the brand new miskeen

And I just might pull up in that new machine

I used to post up like a king

Herbo like magic, I told him to pass it

I come with the hook like Kareem

You fuckin' with bosses, I can't take no losses

If you double cross me, you better be cautious

I'm going crazy, I think I done lost it

Talking 'bout money then step in my office

Pop e a Perc, roll a woof not I'm off it

Me and Bibby in L.A. fuckin' the booth up

It's three in the morning

And my outfit be always Givenchy and Balmain

My belt got medusas

Got your bitch in my whip, getting off Patron and hookah

And pourin' the juice up

And my shawty they searchin', they riding with Rugers

They ready to shoot some

In a Corvette, two gats

Ride with the roof back like, fuck **** do somethin'

Bitches see me go, who that?

Yeah, big G Herbo, that **** don't do that

Fuck bitches, get money, already knew that

Play with No Limit like play Russian roulette

Real **** drew that, Nino from New Jack

These Hollywood dudes wanna kick it

But I'd rather chill with my ****

I'd rather post up in the trenches

I just fit in with the killers

I come from where shit'd get serious

**** be lying on wax, I ain't feelin' 'em

Can't rap about shit you not livin' it

You should not spit the shit, you did not witness it

I use to post up with the green

Saw all the fiends, smokin' and sniffin' shit

Totin' them Glocks with the beams, bro let it ring

It boost my adrenaline

**** be all in they feelings

They actin' like bitches, I swear they so feminine

Play with my ****, get burned up

Man they be so turnt up like did some Ritalin

Pull through the opps like some villains

Nobody innocent, hop out and finish 'em

**** ain't give us the benefit

Don't care his age, if he bangin', we killin' him

And I grew up a lil hustler

Bumped to a plug, started off with a middleman

Riding the hood in a minivans

You ain't gon' blow guy, sit in the middle then

Free Crazy James, he been gone for like three

Tryin' give him fifteen, that mean he gotta sit ten

Was gon' stand over a **** and give him the clip

But fo'nem told me he a little man

Ain't even worth it, I had seventeen

Coulda got half, I'ma give him a little then

You boo a ho, he don't go on no hit

Can't show him the scene, he gon' sing like Riperton