Reflektions - Big Scoob, Krizz Kaliko

Imma try to paint a picture for you perfectly clear

Not Picasso, but hot though, so open your ears

Gutter living, vilant visions, that’s my quote of the year

In pursuit of all my blessings, and I’m hoping they near

As I cage all my rage, and spit it loud on this page

Let’s engage from the days when I slaved to get payed

And I can maybe find a piece of me to leave in this game

One last little piece of me that didn’t get slain

See the hood way is heavy, and it’s easy to stain

I done lost so many homies, they like spots on the brain

I take shots for the pain, pretty much the whole bottle

And it pays to be tame, go hard, full throttle

No excuses, try to use it for my music, you dig?

God’s feelings, gutter children, you feel it, my nig?

I reflect on the past, and try to turn it to cash

Some good, some bad, but it was all that we had

From a young buck, I came up, rough and ruggid

A hood full of hustlers, don’t knock the hustle

When I think back, and think of my reflections

I could see now, that that was just a lesson

So I make it history, outgrow the food

Maintain the wisdom, do what I gotta do

Sometimes, I can use it as a reffrance

The good use of all my reflections

Wouldn’t exchange my tribulations, that’s what made me more of a man

Had a sick and twisted childhood, so I’m as strong as I am

Plenty of homies feenin, lost a few to the grave

A life sentence couldn’t fix us, we just had to get payed

I’m surrounded by the hustlers, watch hustlers play

Watchin customers get knuckled up at big homie’s safe

Just a younging with the thunder, but I’m hungry as hell

Made moves, payed doos, I got prodict to sell

Splittin wigs, gettin big, homie stick to the plan

Still slanging, gangbanging, screaming high till I land

56 the villain block, we too strong to be stopped

Work these corners like the boarder, feends rockin for rocks

Pick my pay up, got my weight up, went from thunder to savage

Now the respect they show me, I’m known for the cabbage

Doing dammage, extra savage, Imma blame it on the liquor

My gutter trail page, I go hard on these niggas

From a young buck, I came up, rough and ruggid

A hood full of hustlers, don’t knock the hustle

When I think back, and think of my reflections

I could see now, that that was just a lesson

So I make it history, outgrow the food

Maintain the wisdom, do what I gotta do

Sometimes, I can use it as a reffrance

The good use of all my reflections

Now I’m grown, standing out, plus a family man

Left the hood like I should, but I’m switchin the plan

Palms hurt in this verse, so I can tell you it hurts

All my homies dead and gone, they lost they lives on the terf

Rest in piece to the homies that we lost in the field

Scream your name in my music, put you into my music

My hoggish ways made them see I’m a site to behold

Strange Music and this gutter movement ready to roll

Black and white, different walks of life feeling it though

Gutter vision so apealing, I connect with them all

See the truth in this villain’s eyes, never no lies

Tryna rise, tryna reach the sky and hoping I can fly

Tech an9na plus gutter music, he winning again

And my vision, ain’t no stopping me, you letting me in

Me and my dogs back to get it, want what’s rightfully mine

Had songs so strong, before the villain got signed

From a young buck, I came up, rough and ruggid

A hood full of hustlers, don’t knock the hustle

When I think back, and think of my reflections

I could see now, that that was just a lesson

So I make it history, outgrow the food

Maintain the wisdom, do what I gotta do

Sometimes, I can use it as a reffrance

The good use of all my reflections