The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat
Baby mammas on the corner—little mouths to feed
The winner in the end is the one you feed.
Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete
And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin
Limitation to feed my creation,
Cause i got a big fetish with the feet
But now i've been freed i continue to feed,
Cause i got a daughter to feed
And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat
That's quite some feat / lebron, that was a dumb feed
Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed
And everything after nautilus ain't a beat
Hate is what you release, and thats what i feed
The winner in the end is the one you feed.
Now the first week sales can't hardly compete
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