I'm a lost soul, twisted lyricist with mischief in store
But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more
I'm understanding that bull like a matador
My money is on clearance cuz there's more in store
Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor
Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/
The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score
Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store
Wait 'til you see what we've got in store!
Some old bitch that we did before
I do pacsun like the store in the mall
Just me and my boss no worries at all
Bleeding out, with no oxygen in store!
And there's little to be glad for
Of the entire day, store it and forget,
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said
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