Mirror Man

Huh, huh
Right Foot Step, Run
Left Foot Step, Run
Right Foot Step, Run
Left Foot Step, Run
Right Foot Step, Run
Left Foot Step, Run
Right Foot Step, Run
Left Foot Step, Run
Right Foot Step, Run
Left Foot Step, Run
Right Foot Step, Run
Left Foot Step, Run

I-I been running
Outta nothing
Had it coming
I'm becoming
I been running
Outta nothing
Had it coming
I'm becoming

When I'm gone give em something to remember me
Couple flows that are colder than December breeze
I don't pay attention to my enemies
Everybody got their own lane, I'ma let em be
Best believe they're not forgetting me
This type of vibe comes once in a century
Still it weights so heavily
On my brain, that I'm not where I'm meant to be
Guess you can't rush destiny
Stare up at the stars, glad they still blessing me
I try not to think about depressing things
But it doesn't work, cause I always tend to overthink

A legend in the making so they're tryna link
I'm not talking bout tri force
Tryna line up, my tour
Gotta find the, right form
And a cause to, fight for
Gotta take em, by storm
When I look up, dark clouds
Kinda hard to, start out
But I've come so, far now
That I can't head, back
And I don't think anybody watching expects that
So if you're sleeping on me, make sure to check back

I been running, I been running
I been busy making something outta nothing yeah
They don't know they had it coming
Look in the mirror I just love who I'm becoming
I been running, I been running
I been busy making something outta nothing yeah
They don't know they had it coming
Look in the mirror I just love who I'm becoming

I'm at the top of three positions
Had to talk so people listen
Drop the prepositions
Gotta block the evil missions
Lock the premonitions
Plot your Inhibitions
A lot to see your vision
Fly to see no pigeons

Tryna retire, they tell me the game needs me
Tell 'em it ain't easy
Rap 'til the chain frees me
Up 'til the pain leaves me
Bumping Lil Wayne, Weezy
Niggas they playing cheesy
Go where the train leads me
You outta focus, outta strength
This ain't about the money or the Rovers or the Benz
It's all about hungriest of soldiers down the trench
You want the cooperates to endorse us, know exactly how it ends Yeah

Can't be working a nine to five
And smirking at funny signs
For bacon and sunny sides
You lurk in your tummy size
Jamaicans with Chinese eyes
You let Perks and the Xanny slide
Man I've been killing these cats
All these lies and I been feeling like i needed a nap
Watch my step and they just follow without reading the map
That's where I'm leaving it at



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Galayda
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