[Verse I: Sativa]
ima be honest 
with all ya motherfuckers
I rather jump off a cliff
hitting a back tucker
all ya fucking suckers
better listen for ya mother
she in my bed
i’m covering her mouth with the covers
yea,
but on some real shit
i’m that fucking greaseball kid
rocking on them jordan kicks
it don’t even match the fit
but I wear em like it is
for some reason bitches want my kids;
maybe just want dick
eerie nights it started raining
ain’t it so chilling?
ain’t nothing, other than dope
that shake the feeling
ain’t nothing, other than dope
that can be healing
look in the mirror; see the only
geek I wanna be killing

[Verse II: 19 Terror Ward]
mirror—mirror on the wall
who that ugly ass boy I saw
boy better fix his posture oh he leaning from snortin’ weed in his nostril, look like he on a call
creampie, more like coleslaw
she got wet before I take off draws
curving da pussy watch how I ball
fuck it pass for a layup call me LeBron
patiently waiting for the claim that my birth was a mistake ever since like two thousand seven fall
when will that get recalled?
leaning from eating the za
fuck her and leave her to crawl
she wanted to do a threebie with me and her bestie so “her” turn into “y’all”
ask her to meet at the mall then lead her to where I done parked
while she on break we fucked in the car
then put her back in the vault
she dropping it low like dropping some bombs, 
im spoiled—she give me anything I want,
all of these hoes still want me after their mad 
cause now their sad wearing a shawl

Cursed by my own reflection [Prod. bykhrxmx]

[just another geek]
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Cursed by my own reflection [Prod. bykhrxmx]

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