The winner in the end is the one you feed.
Cause i got a big fetish with the feet
Spit catastrophes and a master piece in one verse sounds absurd
Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work
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
From verse one you can tell that i won/
So now she picks up the gun
One verse, one hearse, kill him off like the grim reaper/
As i coordinate the perfect feature
They cant take the shit in each verse
Half my peers, they're stretched for years
My densest frees are condensed in this verse
Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers
It's just me, in the end
Smoking khaled, my weed the best
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