I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel
Mediocre jobs are not so stable
Crawls right down the crack of your ass
M v p like steve nash
Trying to move foward, though it never stops
You sell yourself for better jobs
Who won't make it into heaven so they stare at the gates
Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades
Its like segregation when its stoners vs products
Together all the timethought it was true love
Leave it to the greats, this comeback elevates me to the level of bill gates/
In the beginning i became the councillor, not just to my friend but to my classmates,
Im trill like bill gates money times twenty/ its funny/
Did the best i could, raised in insanity
Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains
You fags, send ya to hells gates
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