Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers
She always in my mind when i write every single verse.
Niggas in the street scared
It's just me, in the end
The winner in the end is the one you feed.
I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat
One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,
Cause that shit just ain’t gonna change
Might as well get it off yo’ chest
(victim screaming in the end)
Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed
The winner in the end is the one you feed.
She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed
The winner in the end is the one you feed.
Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
One verse, one hearse, kill him off like the grim reaper/
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