feel me flows

born a thug nigga hang in out wit drug dealers. screamin fuck all they feelings body count building what the truth is revealing just high as a ceiling this for my ghetto children know that money appealing homies died left they children in this world of killins cause nobody got feelings fill em up wit the venom cause I born a sinner coming up as a contender jogging miles in the winter jumpin jacks front in center who's next I got winner's left these wicked niggas finished fed em dick for dinner