Man In The Mirror

Uh, sometimes you gotta let the beat talk

I did this shit in my sleep, nigga

Jersey! I got it

Taste Doctor

Uh, let me walk you through the streets, walk you through the Ave

At the same damn time, but you gon' see my past

Sometimes I wonder how my mother feel

Cause this time two years ago, we was talking through a glass

But that was just a road bump

So every bad thought from then is just another rolled blunt

Send something hot back, these niggas cold fronts

I said these niggas cold fronts

I'm the one that's judging the judge

I mean it never should be beef if your cousin your cuz

And if we from the same place then we should double the buzz

I mean, Meek and Cass beefing, where's the brotherly love?

But maybe I'm too opinionated

They ask where the facts go, I say opinions ate it

It's like the rumors override facts

And niggas believe anything now, so I'm strapped

Never said nothing, never told shit

A nigga say anything when you don't arm shit

Get 'em cut for the green, I start mowing shit

I be tryna chill, they just grill but they know shit

Jersey-bred, Garden State, so the hoes around

Live it up, hold it down, what goes around comes around

And Fader now prolly

Flashback to that threesome, Meek

Carmen and Molly (that was yesterday)

But keep it low like the feds flipping

And all these fake-ass friends got my head spinning

Play the snakes close, but you never get in bed with 'em

And if my homie gon' go, shit, I'm dead with him

These blunt cyphers so therapeutic

You gon' pull that shit out, boy, you better shoot it

Thoughts of a young goon

Just tryna document this shit if death comes soon

Couple scabs but I never healed from some wounds

Couple scabs but I never healed from some wounds

The Captain! Jersey

Love us, what up?