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Album: Live From The Kitchen (2012)

Look In The Mirror

[Chorus:]
I'm on fire, whole hood blazin
Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing
Look in the mirror [4x]

Like a chandelier, look in the mirror
Ice super clear, you looking in the mirror
Who you here to see when you look in the mirror
If you a real nigga, you lookin in the mirror

I'm on fire, whole hood blazin
Hustle game incredible, ice game amazin
Look in the mirror [4x]

[Verse 1:]
Six in tha morning, my alarm goes off
Dope come out tha pot then the stove goes off
Knock knock on tha door, I'm sellin wholes on soft
Nigga try to rob me, get his nose blowed off
Am I a real nigga? Point blank period
If you a pussy nigga, you need pads fa ya period
Damn right I'm getting money, half a million on tha jewelry
Just go and ask Emmet if you don't think a nigga serious
My whole house glass, I'm lookin at a reflection
I'm cocaine crazy, got a all white section
All my niggaz mafia I never even heard of ya
Quarter brick, half a brick, my young niggaz'll murder ya

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Wake up in the morning and I wash my face
Brush my teeth and put my gun on my waist
Louis belt (check) Louis shoes (check)
Car on my wrist and a house on my neck
Last I remember I was standing on Garland
Buyin ten for tha hundred outta Ridgecrest Apartments
BET material I'm 106 & Parkin'
And I'mma stay Gucci dead fresh on 'em regardless
I represent tha dope boyz, I can't say it clearer
You lookin at me when you lookin in tha mirror
I motivate the trap, yeah the hood niggaz hope
Because I became a millionaire when I was sellin dope, I'M YO GOTTI

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Live from the kitchen, it's tha pyrex king
Straight from North Memphis to ya tv screen
But before it comes, '€œAll White Everything'€
Keep a few hundred grand in my Levi jeans
White and red Cutlass, same color as a Smirnoff
One ticket, two tickets, I can take a year off
Got my money up, think I'm movin where da beach at
Lifestyle of tha hood and famous, where da fuck is Robin Leach at?

[Chorus]


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