Reflecting - Suspect, Flyo

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