REFLECTION

Hear these beats and I...
Picture myself where I should fucking be 
Collard greens rolling green 
And I'm breaking bread w my geese 
Yeah I'm smooth jl Grease 
Met a shawty light skinned like the buildings up in Greece 
All I want is the cheese like I'm fucking Dutch please 
Got me smoking all these jets till my eyes japanese 
Gotta be wise when you all up in these jl KFC 
It's a reminder to the young feixty II 
Had to keep my head up and envision all this GREEN 
Life is a dream even when your eyes open
Never thought one day all these lyrics they'd be Quoting 
Gotta spread the peace(piece) young nigga like a quotient 
And no I'm not a scientist but boy I got the potion 
gotta get these racks give af about motion 
and younging I'll admit it I've been lost in my emotions 
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GREEN

JETS

Shoot for the moon or shoot for the star?
Don't even know where to start 
Lately I've been feeling stuck 
Lately been feeling like im all outta luck 
Chase me a leprechaun stash in my pocket 
So that luck is on my side 
Rolling on green feel no need to fight 
Cause I'm chill like that 
Ice on my neck like an igloo 
No wonder I'm getting a flu 
Said you want racks well me too 
Considered extorting it too 
What's 1×2? That's me and you








I'm rolling a rocket 
And she wanna rock w me 
On top on that bitch no apostrophe 
Now honestly all honesty idk why she fucking round me 
She might be mine possibly 
Hit then I dip now she missing me 
Text she replying me instantly 
I made her fold like a centipede 
Fuck that she said she a fan of me 
Blowing on top like a fan oh please 
Oh sheesh...she fw my steeze 
Reaping the benefits throw it to me 
She said I'm her drug and I got her all geeked 
Got her all wet like the sea 
Might call posiden cause she screaming oh God no Greek 
Now she up on me 
By my side like a wing 
Goddamn my bitch she a win 
Hitting twice cause she don't got no twin


ROCKET

CANT

Lyrical assassin 
Murder these beats w passion 
Smoked on these trees and got me high like my fashion 
I'm w a bad bitch over something a fraction 
I caught you lacking  couldn't fulfill your actions
Keep it straight bro you always outchea capping 
Drowning in my wave I'm The mother fucking captain..no hook and now I got you hooked lost in my lines  you reading me like a book 
Lost in my lines spitting verses like the book... of revelations 
Now welcome to my station 
Bump to my frequencies used to pity me frequently t
Now you a mini me 
I'm everything you trynna be




COULD'VE

𝑆𝑃𝐴𝐶𝐸 𝐶𝑂𝑈𝑃𝐸 𝑀𝑈𝑆𝐼𝐶 

REFLECTION

Feixty II