So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation
And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin
It's just me, in the end
Beach on the weekend
Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet
The winner in the end is the one you feed.
That i did it or put it in this verse
Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors
While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison
I'm in a ferrari, racin', chasin' the end of the line, placin' number one
The winner in the end is the one you feed.
And everything after nautilus ain't a beat
They robbed us in the end
Never ever pay rent
With foreign names, valet the range
One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,
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