Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played
Sub-division of religion goes overhead to discriminate
Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch
And she stripping, go to college
This my album, and when your parents try to come around
Your telling me how to write boy i'm glad you can count,
Bitch you say your my grade but we ain't in the same division,
She vying for number one, tryna be number one
A coward dies a thousand deaths
Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]
And since my cell division i had to make a critical
He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little
And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from
Screw dat, i gotta get even for my region, swallow the semen,
Come wit me you'll smoke around
The girl give me da head count
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