Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Reflecting , by - Suspect. Release date: 17.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Reflecting |
| Yeah-yeah, yeah |
| Fly said «give 'em the pain» |
| So I’m giving them pain |
| Give them the pain |
| Giving them pain |
| Give them the pain |
| Trust me |
| OK |
| I said walked in the club |
| And they gave us a section |
| Me, two niggas, and the gun that I crept with |
| 'Cause shit could get hectic |
| I see they all follow me now |
| They say my life is interesting |
| Took a seat at the back |
| Thought about life and lessons |
| Right now, a man’s just reflecting |
| Ayy, walked in the club |
| And they gave us a section |
| Me, two niggas, and the gun that I crept with |
| 'Cause shit could get hectic |
| I see they all follow me now |
| They say my life is interesting |
| Took a seat at the back |
| Thought about life and lessons |
| Man’s just reflecting |
| I had beef with my bredrin |
| But I knew his mum, so I left it |
| And then the prick got birded off |
| Watch how his life turnt mess quick |
| Uh, jail calls to Skiz |
| Like, I knew they weren’t bredrins |
| It was twisting my mind on some next shit |
| I knew they weren’t bredrins |
| Nearly made me and you have a fall-out |
| Now look how you’re more than my bredrin |
| Huh? |
| We just upped and left them |
| Now look how we flexing |
| Racks in West End |
| My nigga, look how we step in |
| Hold up, wait there |
| Can’t forget how we rolled up |
| Drop top, pieces on the next ting |
| 'Bout sixty racks |
| Just to blam these fuckboys |
| They know we the real deal |
| I swear we up next, king |
| I ain’t carrying deadweight |
| Nah, I don’t need yes men |
| I can still pull it and press it |
| Can still the essence |
| Ayy, walked in the club |
| And they gave us a section |
| Me, two niggas, and the gun that I crept with |
| 'Cause shit could get hectic |
| I see they all follow me now |
| They say my life is interesting |
| Took a seat at the back |
| Thought about life and lessons |
| Man’s just reflecting |
| Uh, walked in the club |
| And they gave us a section |
| Me, two niggas, and the gun that I crept with |
| Know shit could get hectic |
| I see they all follow me now |
| They say my life is interesting |
| Took a seat at the back |
| Thought about life and lessons |
| Man’s just reflecting |
| Swear I was like seventeen |
| When my nigga lost his dad |
| My nigga didn’t even know |
| Homeboy was just rotting in the can |
| Then he beat the case, came home |
| Smiling on the streets, was like «damn» |
| Had to watch him go from glad to sad |
| The way life works is mad |
| Just 'cause of a snitch |
| My nigga couldn’t say bye to his dad |
| I’m sitting here like «shit |
| If it was me, it would have turnt me down» |
| I know niggas in jail right now |
| Riding stiff birds and they didn’t even do it |
| I know there’s people on the hospital bed right now |
| Just wishing they could move, their family’s praying |
| Wishing that they could get through it |
| Writing down every little single improvement |
| I’ve gotta stop and tell my son everyday |
| «Little nigga, we blessed |
| We one of the chosen few |
| That’s why God keeps giving us tests |
| Put something on your future, boy |
| Look, life could change in a sec |
| You know I could lose it all |
| But with you, I’ve got an S on my chest» |
| Granny don’t know what we’re doing yet |
| She’s assumed we live a life of stress |
| I’m giving 'em flows, I’m ripping down shows |
| They say I’m up next |
| Picture me blowing, family tree |
| You know we’re rolling with |
| Flex |
| Giving them pain, giving them pain |
| Giving them pain |