I'm reflecting, I'm reflecting, I'm reflecting on it

That's a life well lived - how my track sound?

I put my stock in myself and I collected a lot

Big grin with my city in the background

I'm reflecting, I'm reflecting, I'm reflecting on life

I'm like "damn, how I got it figured out now?"

Young pops, make a tune and then drop

Got the (Got the) big grin with my family in the background

Father Flowzus

Deliver with the hooks and every verse is just a bonus

You know I hit the books to get the most of my opponents

I ain't able to flex

A homie injured both pecs in a submarine wreck

Cause I been nautical! Coordinates are go, my flow methodical

They're asking for a bop but they don't know I got a pocketful

My rocket got wavy so I did a collab

And Dubs dipped the beat in gravy that he made in the lab

So post-mortem get an album from the ghost of me

Even from the grave I keep it popping like a toaster be

Young Flow, sipping OJ - no mimosa, G

Got the ragweed up in the Zag where it's supposed to be

I'm hopefully not going out with a boom

You see me smoking raw papers? Push me out the canoe

I'm too blazed for the banjo, so I hit the kazoo

Then I collect my sentiments and I reflect em on you

I'm reflecting, I'm reflecting, I'm reflecting on it

That's a life well lived - how my track sound?

I put my stock in myself and I collected a lot

Big grin with my city in the background

I'm reflecting, I'm reflecting, I'm reflecting on life

I'm like "damn, how I got it figured out now?"

Young pops, make a tune and then drop

Got the (Got the) big grin with my family in the background

Yo who this handsome devil that I currently see

Sippin' somethin' special lookin' back at me

Reflectin' my wild dare devilish past my g

Straight beastin on another level word to Rock Lee

Doin' dumb shit aite, fiendin' fo clothes and kicks

Partyin' every damn nite instead of stackin my chips

Ignorin' my craft rite, merely thinkin with my dick

Pipin' three chicks raw a nite, gettin' hat tricks

Stupidly wonderin' why I had nothin' to show

Livin' check to check cuzzin', fuck bein broke yo

Son I gotta stop buggin and tighten up bro

Cuz you can't do the same shit frontin' for ya growth

Now im top five like Dylan, I mean Dylan man

Chasin' billis wit tha world in the palm of my hands

Swimmin in cash, feelin like Scrooge McDuck man

So lemme just chill and get my bread on Only Fans

I'm reflecting, I'm reflecting, I'm reflecting on it

That's a life well lived - how my track sound?

I put my stock in myself and I collected a lot

Big grin with my city in the background

I'm reflecting, I'm reflecting, I'm reflecting on life

I'm like "damn, how I got it figured out now?"

Young pops, make a tune and then drop

Got the (Got the) big grin with my family in the background