Who the Real Winner?

Yeah, freestyle on the beat, no cap,

Thinking 'bout the streets but I ain't with that crap,

Still I know some young hitters that'll react,

Keep it real, no front, stay intact.

Not a street , but I see the scene,

Got some young hitters loyal, known to intervene,

Make your mama walk around feeling mean,

Dancing at your repass, Cupid's theme.

Like I planned your future, clear as day,

Tell me who’s the loser, who faded away?

Cleaning your act, I got that mover’s sway,

No tears, no sympathy, just the fray.

Don’t fuck around, you gon’ find out real quick,

Get involved, get hit, that’s the trick,

Don’t fuck around, get shot, get mop, get dropped,

You gon’ learn who the new kid on the block.

Got that fire, make you lose your socks,

Keep your circle tight, avoid the blocks,

Lil homie’s ready, show ‘em what you got,

This ain’t just talk, it’s a hundred-proof shot.

So remember what I said, keep it in mind,

Life’s a game, play it right, don’t blind,

Stay on your grind, or fall behind,

The streets are cold, but stay refined.