[Verse 1 – Medium cocky flow]
Ayo, it’s Aver, berry sweet, no filler (mmm)
Straw-berry on deck, nature’s real thriller (uh!)
“Jam”-packed checks, spreadin’ bread on the dinner
Skin so smooth, even snakes tryna slither (sss—skrrrt!)
Gloss in the mirror, but the shade don’t phase me (nah)
“Tone”-set drop, got the critics all hazy
Killin’ every beat, CPR can’t save me (boom)
Pretty with a plan, Harvard wish they could grade me (facts!)
Lined-up words, and they sharp like a razor (shhh)
Glow on a hater, turn shade into vapor (ha!)
Levels to this—yeah, I climb like a gamer
Power in my frame, baby, style is the anchor (lock in)
Page on the paper, pageant face on the daily (mmm)
Beats gettin’ ate, buffet flow, never lazy (chomp)
Everything I drop go viral like it’s crazy
Triple entendres, they gon’ need to replay me!
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[Hook – Sing-song / draggy tone]
Highlighter beam (beam!), cheek glow satin (woo!)
Gloss drippin’ rich, all the broke ones yappin’ (shhh)
Aura on lock, baby, shine automatic (click-clack)
Plain Jane who? When you born cinematic (lights!)
Glow in the night, still a sun when it’s static (mmm)
Crown on tight, every move cinematic (yeah!)
Talk all they want but my wins mathematic (facts!)
Why be plain when your DNA dramatic? (ya heard me?)
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[Verse 2 – Fast “Roman”-style flow]
It’s Aver, cuntiana, expose every faker (bye!)
“Masc”-off season, boy, remove that layer
Fragile lil’ kings scared of one lash curler (boohoo)
But mascara on a king? That’s a real world order (triple!)
Pen like a sword, cut deep, no filler (slash)
“Face” in the press, yet my skin still realer
Lines go viral while the WiFi shiver (barz)
I’m a triple threat: analyst, artist, sinner (holy shh!)
Cuttin’ up the beat like a surgeon on a mission (uh!)
Flexin’ on the scene, and I own my position (facts!)
Sharp intuition, I don’t need no permission
Every word I spit, headline in the edition (print that!)
Boys play macho but the act too brittle (brittle)
Hatin’ on a gloss ‘cause the glow don’t dwindle
Every move I make got the crowd in a riddle
Layered up bars—triple stack, McGriddle (triple!)
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[Bridge – Slow sing-rap, cunty]
I’m servin’ up tea, herbal steam for the focus
Every post that I drop like a Forbes list notice
Boy you pressed—ain’t no keys on my lotus
Whole lotta “stock” in my looks—bitch, I’m the broker
Balance on point, meditation my potion
Critics wanna surf but I own the ocean
Every move divine, baby, pure devotion
Style in motion, I’m the headline notion!
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[Hook – Exaggerated ad-libs, closing energy]
Highlighter beam (beam!), cheek glow satin (yeah!)
Gloss drippin’ rich, all the broke ones yappin’ (shhh)
Aura on lock, baby, shine automatic (pow!)
Why be plain when you born cinematic? (ya heard me?)
Glow on repeat, baby, shine panoramic (mmm)
DNA loud, never small, never static (ha!)
Life’s my stage, and the lens so fanatic
Queen in the frame, every shot photographic!
