Man in the Mirror

Got it on Smash OG Parker Huh, she whisperin' all in my ear I'm thinkin' 'bout what I should wear Any appearance, I'm pullin' up fly Even if it's no cameras there I don't own a Benz, I swear 'Raris and Lambs, I swear My life is a movie, my wrist is a chandelier Started gettin' my bands up, in the mansions Livin' like I'm the prince of Bel-Air Do not come over here lookin' for love anymore 'Cause that shit don't belong in here You told me, "Go to hell", 'cause I was drivin' you crazy Bitch, I would drive you there Why would I need a stylist to pick out an outfit for me? I got mad gear Yeah, stackin' up money like Jenga and Legos I sing, but I came with a Glock and a Draco Back of the crib, look like mini Barbados Losin' my friends everyday, I'm okay though It's been that way ever since I got famous We go back like two flats on a Maybach Money got niggas thinkin' I changed Oh, you makin' this so complicated I could buy you a new ass, just say that Birkins and Tiffany bags, okay then Still got bitches that owe me some favours Know a young nigga got racks, baby Diamonds go blue, like the Mavs, okay then They can't make my sauce, I got too much flavour No overexaggeratin' Don't feel embarrassed, I was flippin' your bitch in the air 50 on the veneers, could've bought like a hundred Monclers I can't even sleep, the thirties be helpin' me concentrate She throwin' it back In the back of my mind, I'm like, "What if the condom break?" Huh, she whisperin' all in my ear I'm thinkin' 'bout what I should wear Any appearance, I'm pullin' up fly Even if it's no cameras there I don't own a Benz, I swear 'Raris and Lambs, I swear My life is a movie, my wrist is a chandelier Started gettin' my bands up, in the mansions Livin' like I'm the prince of Bel-Air Do not come over here lookin' for love anymore 'Cause that shit don't belong in here You told me, "Go to hell", 'cause I was drivin' you crazy Bitch, I would drive you there Why would I need a stylist to pick out an outfit for me? I got mad gear I look at the man in the mirror, he was wearin' a hoodie I look at my shirt and that's not what I'm wearin', it's scary Got a beach full of sand I drive in the city like Fast and The Furious With a tank in the Urus It's already one up in this .30, I swear If I see a opp, then I put that on Blood, I'm airin' Mm, used to wear Michael Kors Now I got porcelain floors, she told me, "It's yours" (mhm) It's just me and your baby girl, she was rockin' my world (mhm) VVSs and pearls, keep me up 'til she 'url (mhm) Started gettin' my bands up, in the mansions Livin' like I'm the prince of Bel-Air Do not come over here lookin' for love anymore 'Cause that shit don't belong in here You told me, "Go to hell", 'cause I was drivin' you crazy Bitch, I would drive you there Why would I need a stylist to pick out an outfit for me? I got mad gear Huh, she whisperin' all in my ear I'm thinkin' 'bout what I should wear Any appearance, I'm pullin' up fly Even if it's no cameras there I don't own a Benz, I swear 'Raris and Lambs, I swear My life is a movie, my wrist is a chandelier Started gettin' my bands up, in the mansions Feelin' like I'm the prince of Bel-Air Please don't knock on my door lookin' for love 'Cause it don't belong in here You told me to go to hell, okay, I would drive you there I got mad gear