This is a song about "Thirty five percent"

Every day from 9 to five

Under 25, living the fuckin life

If you try to pay me i'll give you a five percent tip

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Now it’s your turn, spitting till your thirty?

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

One parent above, the other live scared

Set precedents for giving a hundred percent/

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

A crony capitalist corporate lobbyist champion of the 1 percent,

Continue the trend, time well spent making this bitch a percent,

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

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