End your career in a verse
That's why she ignore my flowers
Purchased first just to get heard off one verse
We gotta get back to what really matters
When it came to grams it was 90 i fried
The winner in the end is the one you feed.
And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech
And we just enough heads to occupy one small verse each)
They cant take the shit in each verse
Now you got a masters
On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop
So i'd like to end this verse with a line and a dot
Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years
She always in my mind when i write every single verse.
The winner in the end is the one you feed.
Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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