Apollo Brown, Joell Ortiz - Reflection lyrics

Mmm, mmm, mmm, life takes
Some interestin' turns, don't it?
It's all good, just can't get off the road

I ain't gon' lie
A lot of this is hard to take
I'm watchin' 'em praise the okay
And overlook the great
I'm not sayin' that they ain't straight
I'm just sayin' that- nevermind
No matter what they gon' turn
This shit into hate so fuck it, let it alone
Headphones, dead in a zone
Like Rick and Michonne
I'm feelin' better on my own
Took a sec for me to accept that
Next time I'm on the road
Won't be no Crook, won't be no Royce
Won't be no Joe
Just lookin' at the Hudson river right now
Sittin' on the rocks feelin' like my
Reflection's life reflection, is it not?
Some people bought the ferry
Other people dock a yacht
But the waves keep crashin' while the
Ducks just sit and watch
Sometimes, I daydream about me
Sittin' at the top
I see the clubs goin' crazy
Everytime my record drop
I see plaques on the wall and glass cases
For awards that I done got
Performin' for like a million a pop
The truth is
It's like one in a million to pop
And the only artists that really
Get the millions is Pop
Bein' simple is a yes and
Bein' skilled is a not
Havin' substance is lame
Usin' substance is hot
So here I am still the hottest
Nigga in my barber shop
To get a number one but
Not that number one spot
I'm in a weird place
My fans don't expect me on the charts
Guess when you gifted
Sometimes you rap yourself into a box

But still I jot the way I put words together
Look complex so whatever but still I jot
I'm just speakin' from my heart
My bad if I come off smart
I'm just tryna jot down a
Couple lines and see
If y'all like a couple of my
Rhymes as Ias I jot

Four chicken wings fried hard
With pork friend rice
Egg roll, two duck sauces will suffice
Fill my stomach up until it's
Time to get nice
Five sink cups, juice to chase it
A bag of ice
Whatever be decided, we gon' sip on that nice
Pocket full of work so fiends
Can come and get right
Two green, one red dice
You call a point through the weed smoke
Hammer underneath coat
That A-B'll lead to C ya
Later when that D-E choke just leave broke
Keep minutes on your cell
A sneaker box to dig in for your bail
And a team full of hitters who wouldn't tell
Wanna get it off quicker
Then don't be stingy on that scale
Stuffed 'em
Sandwich bags overpacked to twelve-twelves
Be on your fourth re before
The first flip sells
That's the pre-music Joell
A Joell these check writin' executives
Don't really know well i should win a Nobel
From carryin' my pieces to guardin' my
Prize possessions to Peace God, yeah
That was Marshall in my session
Now that I think about it
Bring another bottle to my section
Let's celebrate that my apartment ain't
From Section Eight no more
Ain't no more hungry nights
Momma, we don't wait no more
The First don't hold weight no more
I tell that waiter wait, no more
I gotta watch my figure
Can't put on weight no more (Why?)
'Cause if I truly want a shot
At the top I gotta drop
That's what they said
I guess I'll jog before I jot

The way I put words together
Look complex so whatever but still I jot
I'm just speakin' from my heart
My bad if I come off smart
I'm just tryna jot down a
Couple lines and see
If y'all like a couple of my
Rhymes as Ias I jot

And there you have it that all
Heh