Yo Gotti - Look In The Mirror (Remix) lyrics

[Intro - Yo Gotti] 6 in the morning, I'm gonna call Wale Tell J. Cole meet us down in the A And bring Wiz Khalifa cause the green look pure We some real n***as We just looking in the mirror [Hook] I'm on fire, whole hood blazing Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing Look in the mirror, look in the mirror Look in the mirror, look in the mirror Look's like a chandelier, look in the mirror Eyes super clear, you looking in the mirror Who you heard see when you look in the mirror? If you a real n***a, you looking in the mirror [Verse 1 - Wale] D.C. all up in this b**h Bout time I got my respect And now these hoes are on my line Like Sally Mae on college debt Gotti here, I'm in this sh** Here's your n***a, come hear this year I bet you hear that white music But I don't mean Top 40 hits Talk to the mirror And I don't need a cure And when I'm done with this muthaf**er You'll need an urn Shopping I'll be in Paris Plottin' don't even worry You walk in my closet your favorite stylist will be emburrsed You out where, we don't ever see ya My n***as out here, they spot me like Chippy D And I'm probably smoking reefer til I got that emphysema How else can I emphasize I'll only let the mirror see ya [Yo Gotti] It go microphone check, one, two, yola Two chains, two guns, he bipolar Two baby mamas, 3 kids, two Rovers That's too many problems, too late to think over The cars off the showroom, the clothes off the mannequin Hoes out the centerfold, I be going in at em One b**h from Howard, another b**h from Grambling College girl going wild, we gonna need a camera man Bird talk feather man, Louie jacket leatherman Fresh to d**h that bullsh** irrelevant Man in the mirror, I can't get my shot again My b**h like a coke bottle, your b**h like a Pepsi can [Hook] [J. Cole] Mirror mirror on the wall b**h, I was born to ball While you took the summer off my money did a somersault Backflips, cartwheels, Carolina Tar Heel Ain't no n***a touching my style, it got a force field Magneto, blew up like a torpedo The view from my condo make hoes say "neato!" Game strong like the arm on Marino I stack Cheetos and Doritos like casinos Fresh to d**h like I'm buried in a tuxedo At times I look in the mirror to boost my f**ing ego I say it's your World, Cole World to be exact With a flow that's so thorough, no sir you can't re-enact [Wiz Khalifa] 150 on my chain Balling, but it's not a game High: that's why they call us planes All the b**hes know my name I take em home, f** her, get high and never call again And my n***as all the same Now that's what you call a game Hundred thousand dollars and that's on champagne b**hes choosing their excuses: my new car's to blame Wanna dump a n***a, f** a n***a with a lot of fame Don't want nothing from a n***a; he all kinds of lame Try doing what you doing but it's out of range n***as taking shots, don't know how to aim Don't know bout you but I see a real n***a When I'm looking in the mirror With some diamonds in my ear muthaf**er