MAN IN THE MIRROR!

Oi (yah), yeah, uh, yeah
(Eevee, you gotta chill, man) I know I'm the man, nigga
(I hear you, Don) I know I'm the man, nigga
Yeah, huh, gang, gang, gang, uh
Gang, gang, gang, uh
Gang, gang, gang, bitch
Uh-huh, yeah

I'm the man in the mirror, no MJ (bleh)
It's some zero on my neck, but no MK (yeah)
Get that money, I know it's a fun day (aye)
But she love me, I fuck (yeh) her the best way
And she suck on that dick like a sundae (oh, aye)
It's a treat, can't give it all
Put it on defeat, you gonna fall, pitiful, elite (yeh), I do it all

40 ball on a nigga like Kourosh (yeah)
He findin' my blimp (ooh) when he make me get McFlurries (aight)
Don't call on my bitch if I'm up in a hurry (aye)
I'm runnin' my money, my bitch way too blurry (aye-yah, hey, hey)

I'm livin' that Mary Bush, you like that birdie
You call that shit "gym," but, to me, that shit dirty (wow)
Lil' bitch, they stay sold, and no nigga could hurt me (oh)
Bitch, I'ma hold you to death like a derby, lil' bitch, okay

Now, walk it out (yeah), talk on me and my bros, what you on about? (Uh-huh)
No-no-no NLE, choppa gon' walk him down
Bitch, I need all my money, then write him out
Yeah, she wanna bitch, no tampons
Better cut up that boy, I'ma attack now
Put the chalk to his back without back down (brah)
Now that boy in the sky like a gas cloud, uh

Nigga, I'm runnin' it (yeh), I might fuck on yo' bitch for the fun of it (aye, aye)
Bitch, I'm stackin', you cannot just step on this
I'm that nigga, you know it ain't no other kid (whoa), uh (yah)

I'm feedin' my brain, you niggas just talk down, but you not 'bout what you square
Whatever you say (aye)
I'm shootin' him top down (yeh), with a hot round from the Frey, and that's okay

You rappers is not 'bout what you talk 'bout in your music, you really got laid
So, when that boy talk wild, he get knocked down, he get popped in the motherfuckin' face
When I pull up chopped out, with a mop out, when the oppers don't know what to say
They might just get chopped down, me and Daki pop out lookin' like Jimmy Jay

We really be balanced, bitch
When we killin' these chapters, our talent, bitch
Flowin' silly, a milli' and countin', bitch
This the trillionth time I've been clownin' kids
All these rappers ain't got style, bitch, like for really?
You rockin' New Balances, you ain't fittin', no, you cannot have a bit
Nah, we ain't makin' fresh, what are you, 'bout a switch?

Little bitch boy wanna play, say it to my face, we could get it crackin'
Pull up with that big toy on my waist, I'ma let it spray semi-automatic
Pull up wit' that K, shout-out homie, A-Rov, when he get the ball, he gon' pass it
I'm with that gang, and we sellin' eight-ball and that trap, "He be sellin' matches"

Bitch, I've been comin' up outta the get-go (yeh)
I'm that teacher, you student, come get notes (yeah, uh)
No, it's hard, but you don't have to let go (yeh)
See a whole lot of rhythm like death hole (uh, uh)
He gon' lift it, it got me in hex shows
Money dreamin', I sleep wit' that bed full (yeah, brah)
KarmaMob, we've been poppin' like Mentos (yeh)
You can talk, but you never gon' step though (brah)

Karma comin', it's so crazy, it's mental
Kama comin' around, it's for a face full
I heard that boy just dropped a new diss on me, but he pissin' when I grab a pencil
Yeah, might end his career with a pistol, bitch boy ain't got the credentials
And I keep a blade, it's like catchin' utensil
How you talkin' shit when you name, Wendle?

Wait, Wendle? What the fuck?
Whoa (whoa), whoa (whoa), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Get the fuck out the way, nigga
I'm the man in the mirror, nigga
I'm the man in the mirror, nigga
Yeah, bitch, whoa, 'kay, um
Huh, huh, huh, lil' bitch

Hey, so, Daki, I was gonna share the lyrics back with you
Like, ad-libs, like, on the hook part, uh
But, I-I, just-, you-you know, I don't know if I can say that word, you know?
So, so, I'm just-, you know, I'm just wonderin'-
No, I wouldn't never put that-, hah-, look at me-
Hah-, I mean, look at me, I can't