Marcolen Hayes - Mirrors lyrics
[Marcolen Hayes - Mirrors lyrics]
Hardest thing a man can do is
Let distractions get to you
Stay on your job nigga or
Mentally to a vegetable
Problems get the best of you fuck
That keep this hustle on perpetual
I did that keep em laced
Up on the avenue stuck
On the corner under power
Lines and tennis shoes
When you built from the gravel
Nigga how can you lose
Unless you stuck on the high
Fly as some parachutes
Always in company who don't fight
And they rather shoot fucking
With hoes who don't care and
They want they loot
Fall back on these nigga get
Up I'm Derek rose
But I never switch sides not even close
Kept hammers close nigga for my
Close minded foes most the
Time it be yo kids that keep on ya toes
Nine treat us like savages like
We radical but the
Only the bomb in my arsenal is the flow
It's hard to spit about real
Life and the image shown
Because your life differs from many
Nigga and then some
All they want is a couple
Tweets and a couple mentions
While we struggle to pay
Rent and FPL extensions
Forcing me to hit the block and
Whip it up on notch
Pockets smell acetone I'm counting
Less the cost from the first to the fifth
Teen when it's best shop
Yea I been in that game room without a lost
Play the cards you was dealt
With learn that from PAC
Keep the world on your shoulders
With the minimum floss
Keep That depth in your conscious fuck
A & R all they
Want to do is use you when that money long
Just re d up on some work from the Medellin
Plato or plamo don't let the devil in
Two guns tucked and a full
Cup of hen I don't
Want to make friends I just want the ends
With my daughter eating good my
Mama in a benz talking
About my son did yea he bout to win
Audio dope they need It in they veins hustled
From the bottom I just stood the same
Never mix dope and pleasure
That candy rain if
Big told you first nigga whose the blame
I believe you retire first while
You in the lead or
End up in jail that's just the hustler fee
You add up the time effort
And dedication now you
Tell me these streets don't
Owe you reparations
I did it on my own I did it on my own
We was really on the block
Not trapping off the phone
My nigga crook said that s how
They get you up the road
Keep them steady on they toes
And up out your zone
If it don't make a dollar
It ain't making sense the
Most that these hands ever felt
Is a quarter brick
Don't believe these rappers when
They work a scale
Can't tell difference between
Fish Peruvian trail
One ounce broken down nigga about
Three of your bails my
Girl got her hair done from
What's under her nails
Let distractions get to you
Stay on your job nigga or
Mentally to a vegetable
Problems get the best of you fuck
That keep this hustle on perpetual
I did that keep em laced
Up on the avenue stuck
On the corner under power
Lines and tennis shoes
When you built from the gravel
Nigga how can you lose
Unless you stuck on the high
Fly as some parachutes
Always in company who don't fight
And they rather shoot fucking
With hoes who don't care and
They want they loot
Fall back on these nigga get
Up I'm Derek rose
But I never switch sides not even close
Kept hammers close nigga for my
Close minded foes most the
Time it be yo kids that keep on ya toes
Nine treat us like savages like
We radical but the
Only the bomb in my arsenal is the flow
It's hard to spit about real
Life and the image shown
Because your life differs from many
Nigga and then some
All they want is a couple
Tweets and a couple mentions
While we struggle to pay
Rent and FPL extensions
Forcing me to hit the block and
Whip it up on notch
Pockets smell acetone I'm counting
Less the cost from the first to the fifth
Teen when it's best shop
Yea I been in that game room without a lost
Play the cards you was dealt
With learn that from PAC
Keep the world on your shoulders
With the minimum floss
Keep That depth in your conscious fuck
A & R all they
Want to do is use you when that money long
Just re d up on some work from the Medellin
Plato or plamo don't let the devil in
Two guns tucked and a full
Cup of hen I don't
Want to make friends I just want the ends
With my daughter eating good my
Mama in a benz talking
About my son did yea he bout to win
Audio dope they need It in they veins hustled
From the bottom I just stood the same
Never mix dope and pleasure
That candy rain if
Big told you first nigga whose the blame
I believe you retire first while
You in the lead or
End up in jail that's just the hustler fee
You add up the time effort
And dedication now you
Tell me these streets don't
Owe you reparations
I did it on my own I did it on my own
We was really on the block
Not trapping off the phone
My nigga crook said that s how
They get you up the road
Keep them steady on they toes
And up out your zone
If it don't make a dollar
It ain't making sense the
Most that these hands ever felt
Is a quarter brick
Don't believe these rappers when
They work a scale
Can't tell difference between
Fish Peruvian trail
One ounce broken down nigga about
Three of your bails my
Girl got her hair done from
What's under her nails