Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir
One verse, one hearse, kill him off like the grim reaper/
So i'd like to end this verse with a line and a dot
Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop
It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse
End your career in a verse
For me looks good she said oh you so sweet
The winner in the end is the one you feed.
I'm in a ferrari, racin', chasin' the end of the line, placin' number one
As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine
The winner in the end is the one you feed.
Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet
Spit catastrophes and a master piece in one verse sounds absurd
From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word
My densest frees are condensed in this verse
And you are not around like black fathers
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