Big Scoob, Krizz Kaliko - Reflektions lyrics

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