J.A.B. - Reflections lyrics

[Intro] Black Gold You know! [Verse] Give me one reason I should stop Give me one reason I should not Tell me why the demons wanna see me on top? Why the Lord tell me watch out for the cops? Some other kid hold [?] n***a Your brother's kid too Always wanna be a little thug n***a Why the f** you could never show them the right thing to do? The f** you gotta prove n***a? Who the f** cares about you n***a? Put on for this little f**ing show in your head I hope he don't believe this sh** is true n***a Materialistic and X b**hes don't matter when you tripping But when you sitting that [?] boy I hope that spliff be hitting When you're a light-bearer you're no better Pitch-black out, still no sweater Too cold boy, I don't sweat it These n***as faker than most of 'em Too young I guess I don't get it Lost so many n***a I'm lightheaded Like why the f** I'm still here? Who the f** deserves some credit? Young n***a, sole soul survivor Still riding, so rotten From the Rotten Apple Look what with they provide him Kidless scriptures, so exotic Lebanese, I gotta bomb it Young Mexican I got the chronic My synapse is top five Before alcoholic is diagnostic Lost to myself I ain't even hit wealth No I [?] for the belt, f** my health Headed to the top with no desire for the flop Man flip a couple Bs and these n***as get dropped Started outshining, now they wanna box I took every shot and no I didn't miss My b**h wanna dip back to pimping I guess I changing sh** even when liquor ain't it I ain't gon' trip, rather take a vacation Count all my dollars 'til it all make since Retrace my steps, see where I went Wrong, singing the same damn song Tryna get this a'ight 'til the pain all gone Tryna get it rained so I trap through the storm Tryna come home like "Look mom I'm grown Here's a couple racks and you know where that from" If not illegal, down for the people If I'm too lethal, down for the sequel You take up space, I'm bound to delete you Homies is like gla**, n***as straight see through Lean with [?], just keep it real yo f** emotion, that's how I feel though You don't like it, listen to my ears hoe Always got the push never needed a hero Shout to the bottles, always keep bottled up Shouting to the homies that kept one tucked Looking at these strings like hope y'all duck It's a cold, cold world when you not bundled up Rep my set like I'm in the gym, no sweat 'Til my d**h I regret no step Fear no man but I learned to respect A n***a still breathing so I say "God Bless" like yeah [Outro] A n***a still breathing "God Bless" f** that sh**, I don't need no strap n***a off the top put it all on the rest Like f**, I don't care about these b**hes No I put on for my n***as f** these b**hes No I ain't really worried man aw f** these b**hes man