Grind Culture

What good does it do to you
To stand and feel proud and confident
When you know that you're just a scrap
A scrap of shit, scrap of shit
Just go ahead and believe me
You're nothing but a piece of shit
Lies are taking away
The things that you're trying to hide
A scrap of shit, scrap of shit
Scrap of shit, scrap of shit
I'll be back in four years
And if you think you have my back
You're gonna be dead and buried
In your own grave
Everybody's got their own
Everybody's got their own
Everybody wants to pound on your door
And rip you apart