Spit catastrophes and a master piece in one verse sounds absurd
From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word
Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street
The winner in the end is the one you feed.
And you can tell everyone
From verse one you can tell that i won/
And you are not around like black fathers
Purchased first just to get heard off one verse
While half my mental belongs in a cage
One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,
Might as well get it off yo’ chest
(victim screaming in the end)
If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat
The winner in the end is the one you feed.
They cant take the shit in each verse
It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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