They label me a discriminanter so they discriminate against
Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead
Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave
Strugglin against the elites of faith
I'm everything that they call nice
We arent just against life
We are ninety-nine against the one percent
So check the verse miss. i ain't say i'm perfect
I remember my friends, i should've never gone against.
Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead
Assassin gassed with the passin' of adversaries she's matched against
When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest
Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead
But, you realize people who for against
Race against the clocks tick
And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick
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