Self-Provoked - Reflected lyrics
[Self-Provoked - Reflected lyrics]
People of that deep shit
People want that real shit
They wanna know about me
The struggles that I been with
They wanna see me flawed
They wanna feel belonged
So fuck it here it is
One of my realest songs
At the age of eleven I moved to Sun Valley
California met hella different people
The people that they would warn us – about
But, I had my doubts my mind was always open
Couldn't focus up in class
Practicing my tags I noticed
That the G'd up kid would get
All the girls in school
So I became outspoken started staying
What I felt as true
That creates lots of fightin' 'till
The age of seventeen
Dislocated a shoulder slap-boxin a
Homie bigger than me
That was around the time our house got raided
For graffiti painting and a stabbing related
To my name and my crew
So you know they came for my ass
Guns drawn on my parents like
Im a drug dealer, but goddamn
At that time I was two years
In it with a girl
On and off 'till I caught her chillin'
With some dude so fuck her
I was hurt like fuck a
Bitch at seventeen real pissed
Trust issues emerged so I had
To flip the script
Didn't take no one or nothing
Serious for a long time
Plus I felt this one feeling
For my very first time
Anxiety, panic attacks
What's goin' on with me?
Put my whole entire life on hold honestly
I'm just tryna make things right
Treat 'em like a microphone
Get spit on with de-light
With all the things that I know
How could I not be high?
The worlds filled with imperfections
I can feel mines, a freed mind
I'm just tryna make things right
Treat 'em like a microphone
Get spit on with de-light
With all the things that I know
How could I not be high?
The worlds filled with imperfections
I can feel mines, a freed mind
Yo
Started fuckin' with the music more and more
'Till I dropped Silly Rabbit
Numbers increased like woah
But, I was nineteen with my
Mind in another world
Didn't care about the money
Just enjoyed the flow
Shoulda kept workin' but I slacked
Off in a major way a crazy phase when I was
Still down to go paint
But fuck a timeline homie this
Reviewing a few years
Still refuse to talk about
The bulsshit and fears
Cuz keep in mind some people want to
Know for nothin' but their amusement
Tell them your fears and insecurities
And they abuse it
I've lived and I've learned
Made a grip of mistakes
Treating people I love wrong in plenty ways
But hey it's made me who I am
Now and I like where I'm at
Cuz I ain't the same the mothafucka
That's a fact
Close homies see it, family sees
Well y'all can assume
Well I'm the same mothafucka
Just dancing to a different tune
I'm just tryna make things right
Treat 'em like a microphone
Get spit on with de-light
With all the things that I know
How could I not be high?
The worlds filled with imperfections
I can feel mines, a freed mind
I'm just tryna make things right
Treat 'em like a microphone
Get spit on with de-light
With all the things that I know
How could I not be high?
The worlds filled with imperfections
I can feel mines, a freed mind
People want that real shit
They wanna know about me
The struggles that I been with
They wanna see me flawed
They wanna feel belonged
So fuck it here it is
One of my realest songs
At the age of eleven I moved to Sun Valley
California met hella different people
The people that they would warn us – about
But, I had my doubts my mind was always open
Couldn't focus up in class
Practicing my tags I noticed
That the G'd up kid would get
All the girls in school
So I became outspoken started staying
What I felt as true
That creates lots of fightin' 'till
The age of seventeen
Dislocated a shoulder slap-boxin a
Homie bigger than me
That was around the time our house got raided
For graffiti painting and a stabbing related
To my name and my crew
So you know they came for my ass
Guns drawn on my parents like
Im a drug dealer, but goddamn
At that time I was two years
In it with a girl
On and off 'till I caught her chillin'
With some dude so fuck her
I was hurt like fuck a
Bitch at seventeen real pissed
Trust issues emerged so I had
To flip the script
Didn't take no one or nothing
Serious for a long time
Plus I felt this one feeling
For my very first time
Anxiety, panic attacks
What's goin' on with me?
Put my whole entire life on hold honestly
I'm just tryna make things right
Treat 'em like a microphone
Get spit on with de-light
With all the things that I know
How could I not be high?
The worlds filled with imperfections
I can feel mines, a freed mind
I'm just tryna make things right
Treat 'em like a microphone
Get spit on with de-light
With all the things that I know
How could I not be high?
The worlds filled with imperfections
I can feel mines, a freed mind
Yo
Started fuckin' with the music more and more
'Till I dropped Silly Rabbit
Numbers increased like woah
But, I was nineteen with my
Mind in another world
Didn't care about the money
Just enjoyed the flow
Shoulda kept workin' but I slacked
Off in a major way a crazy phase when I was
Still down to go paint
But fuck a timeline homie this
Reviewing a few years
Still refuse to talk about
The bulsshit and fears
Cuz keep in mind some people want to
Know for nothin' but their amusement
Tell them your fears and insecurities
And they abuse it
I've lived and I've learned
Made a grip of mistakes
Treating people I love wrong in plenty ways
But hey it's made me who I am
Now and I like where I'm at
Cuz I ain't the same the mothafucka
That's a fact
Close homies see it, family sees
Well y'all can assume
Well I'm the same mothafucka
Just dancing to a different tune
I'm just tryna make things right
Treat 'em like a microphone
Get spit on with de-light
With all the things that I know
How could I not be high?
The worlds filled with imperfections
I can feel mines, a freed mind
I'm just tryna make things right
Treat 'em like a microphone
Get spit on with de-light
With all the things that I know
How could I not be high?
The worlds filled with imperfections
I can feel mines, a freed mind