Ansar. - Hypocrisy At Its Finest

I guess, I guess, I guess
Drove to Montreal in the winter to play some baccarat
Watching Ahmed lose a couple thousand. He just laughed at that
Haitian women teaching me French and giving me bad advice
Had to nod my head. I'm distracted by all the massive racks
Snowy road, thank God for traction control
Bunning spliffs inside the whip, forget to crack the window open
And see where I was going. What you mad at me for?
She thought it was the cold air, it was actually smoke
Took a pitstop at the bar
She getting lit when I be complimenting
Swallow liquid like a hollow fish and then she call it drinking
I won't be the one to point out that she got a problem with it
Ask her for a dart as I exit, I try to mind my business
Thought I'm soft cuz I grew up around the snobby rich kids
Little does she know the extent the rich are so lawless with it
Pulling out a gun at raves, now you eating dirt
Sorry ma'am your son died because a boy got his feelings hurt
Defending egos is a dangerous sport
FIRs in their names while they stay at resorts
Booking presidential suites just to lay with some whores
But god forbid they marry women with a matching rapport yuh
That's hypocrisy at it's finest
How we at a table when they announced no more dine-ins?
Met a chick who took me to her room and tried to make it last
All the while tweeting about how you should be wearing masks
That's hypocrisy at it's finest
Rap materialism philosophy at it's highest
Here I sit contemplating mortality
But rapping bout the silver I'm donning
My speciality
It's all about the end that we meet
This triviality that we tend to partake in between is just a formality
Wrote this one and felt that that it's thought provoking and pious
But she said this rap was hypocrisy at it's finest
I guess
I guess I don't blame you I guess
I guess I just have to confess
This life is not more than a test
I guess, I guess, I guess

Written by:
Ansar A

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