The Cube

I don't go out I just stay in the house
Nothing I do helps, I just pity myself
Shawty so small, got my dick in her mouth
Im puttin' these balls just like mini-golf
Dodge obsticals just to get in the holes
Like Viktor Longo I just sold my soul for the pussy
Knife in my hoodie
I'm servin' fiends, they pay in stolen jewelry
I'm at the pawn shop tryna get me some money
I'm at the Gamestop, your PSP on me
Meet by the cube
[?] you back [?] sugar cubes
Siphon the circle, the hora
[?]
Explore your girls insides like Dora
Bear in my soul like I'm skatin' in Jordans
[?] have a foursome, fuck on the toilet
Floodin' her cunt, this ain't my Torah portion
Do this for Noah and all that he showed me
Do this for Rosie, all my fallen homies
My brother is dead, my day one since 2010
It takes all I have not to just stay in bed
I just relapsed, I can't deal with this stress
No one to talk to, I got no friends left
I lost my mans now its fam
Tryna pretend that I don't give a damn
Dippin the [?] got me off my ass
Fucked up my cash now it's back to the trap
No [?] shit'll get outta hand, it gets violent
I got some friends at the island
It's hard to go legit but I'm tryin
Ex a seducer, left me rock hard like Medusa
Brought out my feminine side but now I got my dukes up
Ready for war
All of these whores hide behind a computer, blow down the buddha
Now I just sit inside, don't let no one see the bitch inside
I got my guard up and vilified
I got a job, I can't sit and cry
Keep it still [?] I'm just dead inside
I'm finna join him in suicide
Carry this pain in my ass, raped by the owner [of Splash?]
Fuck from the back [?]
Out on the street, had no cash
Flippin' the [?] for the stash
Rape ain't my fantasy, rape is my life
It won't happen again 'cause I carry a knife
Young drrty charms prolly fuckin' your wife
She on the beans like rice
If she a teen, I pipe, I carry the Tina pipe
I carry the torch, no I don't need a light
Pray like a mantis
Got food and housin', don't take it for granted
In BKNY, rock DKNY
[?] on my shirt, it goes down to my thigh
Fly like the 80s, dog that's just my style
I hit the crack and I'm puking up bile
In her box, you pussies just in the inbox
You buyin' drugs in the park, gettin' ripped off
She off a Sparks say she finna take it off
Run up on me, homie, you better get lost
Pull off with rockets, we 'bout to lift off
I'm with your bitch and she tryna get off