I'm reflecting, I'm reflecting, I'm reflecting on it
That's a life well lived - how my track sound?
I put my stock in myself and I collected a lot
Big grin with my city in the background
I'm reflecting, I'm reflecting, I'm reflecting on life
I'm like "damn, how I got it figured out now?"
Young pops, make a tune and then drop
Got the (got the) big grin with my family in the background
Father Flowzus
Deliver with the hooks and every verse is just a bonus
You know I hit the books to get the most of my opponents
I ain't able to flex
A homie injured both pecs in a submarine wreck
Cause I been nautical! Coordinates are go, my flow methodical
They're asking for a bop but they don't know I got a pocketful
My rocket got wavy so I did a collab
And Dubs dipped the beat in gravy that he made in the lab
So post-mortem get an album from the ghost of me
Even from the grave I keep it popping like a toaster be
Young Flow, sipping OJ - no mimosa, G
Got the ragweed up in the Zag where it's supposed to be
I'm hopefully not going out with a boom
You see me smoking raw papers? Push me out the canoe
I'm too blazed for the banjo, so I hit the kazoo
Then I collect my sentiments and I reflect em on you
I'm reflecting, I'm reflecting, I'm reflecting on it
That's a life well lived - how my track sound?
I put my stock in myself and I collected a lot
Big grin with my city in the background
I'm reflecting, I'm reflecting, I'm reflecting on life
I'm like "damn, how I got it figured out now?"
Young pops, make a tune and then drop
Got the (got the) big grin with my family in the background
Yo who this handsome devil that I currently see
Sippin' somethin' special lookin' back at me
Reflectin' my wild dare devilish past my g
Straight beastin on another level word to Rock Lee
Doin' dumb shit aite, fiendin' fo clothes and kicks
Partyin' every damn nite instead of stackin my chips
Ignorin' my craft rite, merely thinkin with my dick
Pipin' three chicks raw a nite, gettin' hat tricks
Stupidly wonderin' why I had nothin' to show
Livin' check to check cuzzin', fuck bein broke yo
Son I gotta stop buggin and tighten up bro
Cuz you can't do the same shit frontin' for ya growth
Now im top five like Dylan, I mean Dylan man
Chasin' billis wit tha world in the palm of my hands
Swimmin in cash, feelin like Scrooge McDuck man
So lemme just chill and get my bread on Only Fans
I'm reflecting, I'm reflecting, I'm reflecting on it
That's a life well lived - how my track sound?
I put my stock in myself and I collected a lot
Big grin with my city in the background
I'm reflecting, I'm reflecting, I'm reflecting on life
I'm like "damn, how I got it figured out now?"
Young pops, make a tune and then drop
Got the (got the) big grin with my family in the background