I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come
Verse one: i remember when you could turn on the television
Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop
So i'd like to end this verse with a line and a dot
I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters
That i did it or put it in this verse
My verse caged with puffed rage made one train
Playing field ain't levelling the lane
Spit catastrophes and a master piece in one verse sounds absurd
After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard
Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek
The winner in the end is the one you feed.
J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed
The winner in the end is the one you feed.
One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,
Yeah, i'm close minded, and never gon' change
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