Kobo - Man In The Mirror

I got a story to tell but i don't use my paper or pencil
I'm from a nation where people attack you
No questions or nothing if you fit the description
My people struggling it ain't no surviving
Cause they sit and wait on that man in them scriptures
Kill every beat when i hop on the track
I can merch it's a hit you just sit back and listen

I feel like i'm chose to wake up my people i swear it's a mission
If you want beef then we gotta dismiss him
We make it together ain't no competition
Love getting high i did that for the healing
It turned to abuse so i had to just quit it
Boy we some gods i can't wait til' we richer
To show all these people we was more then just niggas
All of my brothers they turn up fasho
We got the blickas and skrilla on bro
Investigations we stick to the code
As i sat in that cell all alone just cold
Thinking about them nights man i miss my bro
He got took like way too soon
When we make it out can't be no coons
Ain't signing no deals can't be no fool
They say that i changed well what about you
Put in my shoes then what you a do
When i was nice they treated me cruel
So me I adapted and hung with the goons
And If i was right it ain't for you to choose
I made the choice i can't follow the rules
Lil brother mugging for nothing like he scrooge
And he didn't fuck with toys growing up he like tools
You was my brother since we was up in fifth grade
How the fuck you a steal from a nigga
Nigga try to pull sum like that nowadays
Fuck around have to kill me a nigga
Stunting on niggas
Pop me a jigga get too high got to flush my system
She fly high long live my sister Spit cold bars man some like winter
I got some people i got to help out But it all got to start with the man in the mirror
I showed some love to all these fake rappers
But that got to stop cus these niggas be bitter
She bad as hell so I couldn't resist her
But come to find out shorty had her a mister
Now she got folks tryna bug up on twitter
But i won't respond rather give him some blisters
Niggas be rats snakes critters
Could tell his expression revealed his lil whiskers
We rolling fat oinks
Remember when we ain't have shit but to feel up a swisher
We counting racks all year
Cus we didn't have shit on our plate even dinner
Something like shaq kobe bitch
It's no one to stop us it's no competition

Written by:
Jacobas McBride

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