Reflections

by JR Da Artist

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If I knew then wat I know now
Shxt will be different

Stay N on my pivot make N different
Decisions

Old me didn’t get it had to learn
The hard way

In and out the streets from sleeping
In the hallways

Yea I lived the wrong way wake N up
In cold sweats coming from a dark place
Feeling like I’m rod wave

Trust N people that you call family
They all fake

Smile N in your face . . Behind your
Back they all snakes

So I move different everything is
Calculated

Trying not to beat myself up like
I master-bated

Took a lot of losses couldn’t keep me
Down

Hit after hit got up every single
Round

So I move in silence underground king
Of a family keep it quite niggas get
Indicted

Back 2 back smoking paper planes
I’m the pilot

Niggas sending smoke in the air
It’s a riot

Chorus

Life like a movie everybody around me gotta part

Keep the dog on me since everybody wanna
Bark

I’m Sosa kill N tony everybody act N
Like Stark

Speak N homicides on these songs
Now the reaper up

Got so many stains on my top I
Ain’t grieve enough

Head of 3 families at the table I
Ain’t eat enough

Wifey by my side like my hands
Keep the heater tuck

Can’t go to church right now
Afraid of being judged

Now I gotta be a dik . .been piss N
On the game

Everyday I wake up dirt thrown on
My name

Im Different from other niggas like my
Name Django

Wen it rains it pours got niggas reading
Rainbows

Mob N like I’m Kennedy . . Only thing different . . is have N more enemy’s .
I had to make history

Im tired of this fake shxt living in the matrix . . mind sharper then
The blades you cut with filet fish

Chorus

I be with them niggas that’s gonna
Shoot first

Have your family sing N melodies
Like a new verse

Hate the new love so I guess that’s why
The truth hurts

Gave niggas Red Bull options .
X Your name out on the list . . Barnard hopskins

Wen I’m talking to alIah I hear
My angels speaking

I got shit N on by people who
Needed me

Since my daughter got murdered I
Kant cope

I been step N all through the mud with a
Rain coat

Still traumatized on what I seen
In life

Baby mother killed our daughter .
That was posed to be my wife

I Don’t want no sympathy recognized
Who here for me

Built for anything understand that
Was meant for me

Shxt I don’t talk about . . if I call you
My brother . . you stamp ain’t no fallen out ..

Did shxt for my own sake . . I’m on one . . Thank me later like the old drake
When I’m done . . GABOS