Reflected

[Intro]
People of that deep shit, people want that real shit
They wanna know about me, the struggles that I been with
They wanna see me flawed, they wanna feel belonged
So fuck it here it is, one of my realest songs

[Verse 1]
At the age of eleven I moved to Sun Valley, California
Met hella different people, the people that they would warn us – about
But I had my doubts my mind was always open
Couldn't focus up in class, practicing my tags I noticed
That the G'd up kid would get all the girls in school
So I became outspoken started staying what I felt as true
That creates lots of fightin' 'till the age of seventeen
Dislocated a shoulder slap-boxin a homie bigger than me
That was around the time our house got raided
For graffiti painting and a stabbing related
To my name and my crew, so you know they came for my ass
Guns drawn on my parents like im a drug dealer, but goddamn
At that time I was two years in it with a girl
On and off 'till I caught her chillin' with some dude so fuck her
I was hurt like “fuck a bitch” at seventeen real pissed
Trust issues emerged so I had to flip the script
Didn't take no one or nothing serious for a long time
Plus I felt this one feeling for my very first time
Anxiety, panic attacks, what's goin' on with me?
Put my whole entire life on hold honestly

[Chorus]
I'm just tryna make things right
Treat 'em like a microphone, get spit on with de-light
With all the things that I know, how could I not be high?
The worlds filled with imperfections, I can feel mines, a freed mind
I'm just tryna make things right
Treat 'em like a microphone, get spit on with de-light
With all the things that I know, how could I not be high?
The worlds filled with imperfections, I can feel mines, a freed mind

[Verse 2]
Yo
Started fuckin' with the music more and more
'Till I dropped “Silly Rabbit” numbers increased like woah
But I was nineteen with my mind in another world
Didn't care about the money, just enjoyed the flow
Shoulda kept workin' but I slacked off in a major way
A crazy phase when I was still down to go paint
But fuck a timeline homie this reviewing a few years
Still refuse to talk about the bulsshit and fears
Cuz keep in mind some people want to know for nothin' but their amusement
Tell them your fears and insecurities and they abuse it
I've lived and I've learned, made a grip of mistakes
Treating people I love wrong in plenty ways
But hey it's made me who I am now and I like where I'm at
Cuz I ain't the same the mothafucka, that's a fact
Close homies see it, family sees, well y'all can assume
Well I'm the same mothafucka, just dancing to a different tune

[Chorus]
I'm just tryna make things right
Treat 'em like a microphone, get spit on with de-light
With all the things that I know, how could I not be high?
The worlds filled with imperfections, I can feel mines, a freed mind
I'm just tryna make things right
Treat 'em like a microphone, get spit on with de-light
With all the things that I know, how could I not be high?
The worlds filled with imperfections, I can feel mines, a freed mind