Reflection

(альбом: Mona Lisa - 2018)

Mmm, mmm, mmm... life takes some interesting 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 watching 'em praise the 'okay' and overlook the 'great'
I'm not saying that they ain't straight
I'm just saying 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 feeling 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 looking at the Hudson river right now, sitting on the rocks feeling like my reflection's life reflection, is it not?
Some people bought the ferry, other people dock a yacht
But the waves keep crashing while the ducks just sit and watch
Sometimes, I daydream about me sitting at the top
I see the clubs going crazy everytime my record drop
I see plaques on the wall and glass cases for awards that I done got
Performing 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
Being simple is a yes and being skilled is a not
Having substance is lame, using 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 speaking 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 I-as 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 digging 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 writing executives don't really know well
I should win a Nobel
From carrying my pieces to guarding 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
Meat 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 speaking 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 I-as I jot

And there you have it
That all
Heh