Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work
Spit catastrophes and a master piece in one verse sounds absurd
That i did it or put it in this verse
Until the day i put 100k inside her purse
The winner in the end is the one you feed.
I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat
For me looks good she said oh you so sweet
The winner in the end is the one you feed.
I ain't even start yet, this is propane
My verse caged with puffed rage made one train
I'm in a ferrari, racin', chasin' the end of the line, placin' number one
While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison
Yeah i know we never got to meet
The winner in the end is the one you feed.
Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her
One verse, one hearse, kill him off like the grim reaper/
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