Even if the amount of money is so small
Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call
Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops
Walk into my room thinking how to make moves
Small things turn to the big - one death to the graveyard
I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art
So i can understand police victims
And keep in my small shiny white nuts
Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons
Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections
Let me teach you all the sounds of love
I just wanna rip him into small pieces
As i light one for ill will
My trademark im small and mental!
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