Man In The Mirror

(album: Me vs. Myself - 2022)

Got it on Smash (OG Parker)

Huh? She whispering all in my ear
I'm thinking 'bout what I should wear
Any appearance, I'm pulling up fly
Even if it's no cameras there
I don't own a Benz, I swear
'Raris and Lambs I swear
My life is a movie, my wrist is a chandelier

Started getting my bands up in the mansions
Living like I'm the prince of Bel-Air
Do not come over here looking for love anymore
'Cause that shit don't belong in here
You told me go to Hell 'cause I was driving you crazy
Bitch, I will drive you there
Why would I need a stylist to pick out an outfit for me?
I got mad gear

Yeah, stacking up money like Jenga and Legos
I sing, but I came with a Glock and a Draco
Back of the crib look like mini Barbados
Losing my friends every day, I'm okay, though
It's been that way ever since I got famous
We go back like two flats on a Maybach
Money got niggas thinking I changed
Why are you making this so complicated?
I could buy you a new ass, just say that
Birkins and Tiffany bags, okay then
Still got bitches that owe me some favors
Know a young nigga got racks, baby
Diamonds go blue, like the Mavs, okay then
They can't take my sauce, I got too much flavor
No overexaggerating
Don't feel embarrassed
I was flipping your bitch in the air
Fifty on the veneers
Could've bought like a hundred Monclers
I can't even sleep
The thirties be helping me concentrate
She throwing it back
In the back of my mind, I'm like, "What if the condom break?"

Huh? She whispering all in my ear
I'm thinking 'bout what I should wear
Any appearance, I'm pulling up fly
Even if it's no cameras there
I don't own a Benz, I swear
'Raris and Lambs I swear
My life is a movie, my wrist is a chandelier

Started getting my bands up in the mansions
Living like I'm the prince of Bel-Air
Do not come over here looking for love anymore
'Cause that shit don't belong in here
You told me go to Hell 'cause I was driving you crazy
Bitch, I will drive you there
Why would I need a stylist to pick out an outfit for me?
I got mad gear

I looked at the man in the mirror, he was wearing a hoodie
I look at my shirt and that's not what I'm wearing, it's scary
Got a beach full of sand
I drive in the city like Fast and The Furious
With a tank in the Urus
It's already one up in this .30, I swear
If I see a opp, then I put that on Blood, I'm airing
Mm, used to wear Michael Kors
Now I got porcelain floors
She told me "It's yours" (Mhm)
It's just me and your baby girl
She was rocking my world (Mhm)
VVSs and pearls
Eat me up 'til she 'url (Mhm)

Started getting my bands up in the mansions
Living like I'm the prince of Bel-Air
Do not come over here looking for love anymore
'Cause that shit don't belong in here
You told me go to Hell 'cause I was driving you crazy
Bitch, I will drive you there
Why would I need a stylist to pick out an outfit for me?
I got mad gear

Huh? She whispering all in my ear
I'm thinking 'bout what I should wear
Any appearance, I'm pulling up fly
Even if it's no cameras there
I don't own a Benz, I swear
'Raris and Lambs I swear
My life is a movie, my wrist is a chandelier

Started getting my bands up in the mansions
Feeling like I'm the prince of Bel-Air
Please do not knock on my door looking for love
'Cause it don't belong in here
Told me to go to Hell
Okay, I will drive you there (Yeah)
I got mad gear