Cursed

Back on my trippie shit
Ain’t talking bout hippy shit
Hit a lick and I be talking bout some different shit
Straight from hell but heaven sent
Triple six eighteen a-team killing em
When I was young still had bars but I was sellin em
Now they hidden in the briefcase
Never letting shit slide like I’m MGK
OC-three zero and I’m out in LA
ADHD making me hate TSA

I start wars no repercussion
Wake up feeling like concussion
Calling me fam but I ain’t ya cousin
I’m a vampire cuz I ain’t got blood brothers

Still that emo boy with the black nails
Still that little punk now I’m on pills
I ain’t doing shit if it don’t sell
Signing everything but a label deal
Life is a test and a lesson learning every day
Stressing bout making a mess and I’m guessing what to say
Feeling like it’s less of a blessing more like a curse to me
Still tryna figure it all out but ima find a way
Nothing ever phases me
I’m too fucking patient
When you’re face to face with me
You’ll realise the same thing
Everybody hates me
Everybody shaking
Wishing I was never born
Grass is full of snakes and
Everybody hates me
Got no valid reason

I start wars no repercussion
Wake up feeling like concussion
Calling me fam but I ain’t ya cousin
I’m a vampire cuz I ain’t got blood brothers