They cant take the shit in each verse
Ha, the envy of dime dealers
The winner in the end is the one you feed.
Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street
End your career in a verse
Hundred k in twenty-two hours
She always in my mind when i write every single verse.
My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers
My densest frees are condensed in this verse
I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
So i'd like to end this verse with a line and a dot
And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block
I'm caged up in state prison
Verse 3(i prefer this one):
We have so much in common, starting at the feet
The winner in the end is the one you feed.
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