Man in the Mirror

歌詞

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 If I give my Benz up and a mansion Livin' like I'm the prince of Belair 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 here 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 fans in a Maybach Money got niggas thinkin' I changed Oh, you makin' this so complicated I can 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 gold blue, like the Mavs, okay then They can't make my sauce, I got too much flavour No overexaggeratin' Come for them bands, I was flippin' your bitch in the air Fifty on the veneers, could've bought like a hundred Monclers I can't even speak, the thirties be helpin' me concentrate She don't want 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 If I give my Benz up and a mansion Livin' like I'm the prince of Belair 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 here 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 already went up in this thirty, I swear If I see an opp, then I put that on brother, I'm air Mm, used to wear Michael Kors Now I got porcelain floors, she told me "It's your” It's just me and your baby girl, she was rockin' my world VVSs and pearls, keep me up 'til she eurl (Mm-hm) If I give my Benz up and a mansion Livin' like I'm the prince of Belair 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 here 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 If I give my Benz up and a mansion Feelin' like I'm the prince of Belair Please don't knock on my door lookin' for love anymore 'Cause it don't belong in here You told me to "Go to hell" okay, I would drive you here I got mad gear