Looking in my mirror, got this money on my mind
My niggas told me turn up so I think it’s about that time
Wavy but I’m focused, I’m always on my grind
Cooking up this dope, can’t you tell the way I rhyme
Making master plans, running for that lap
My jeans cost a band, my girlfriend is a fan
Flying over haters, I think I’m Peter Pan
Pimping is my vision, gotta make you understand
Don’t play no fucking games but I swear to God I ball
I keep some bad hoes that be waiting on my call
I keep it simple fly so I’m never gonna fall
And I keep it OG so I always stand tall
I be working man, working, man, a nigga gotta eat
….weight a buck forty but a nigga never weak
And if a nigga get to chipping let that 40 say the speech

Looking in the mirror, looking in the mirror
Ducky Smallz, the villan, man, I think I’m Al Capone
Looking in the mirror, looking in the mirror
Ducky Smallz, the villan, man, I think I’m Al Capone

Luxury, I’m living, all this pain from sinning
Rappers still bullshit, bet it’s just beginning
Got the city buzzing ‘cause they loving what I’m on
Got these bitches buzzing off this rose and Patrone
Ducky Smallz, that nigga, man, I think I’m Al Capone
Screaming free my niggas, man, till everybody come home
Lay them both, those girls go up two at a time
I be rotating hoes in and out of the ride
Always stay dro you can see it in my eyes
Nigga stay fresh, you can see it in my shine
‘Bout to lose my mind, crazy about my grind
Only way I get lost is see what I can’t find
…yeah, I’m sitting courtside when the cast play the heat
They try to lock the door but bitch, I got the key
Rossi mafia, bitch, this is we, this is we

Looking in the mirror, looking in the mirror
Ducky Smallz, the villan, man, I think I’m Al Capone
Looking in the mirror, looking in the mirror
Ducky Smallz, the villan, man, I think I’m Al Capone