Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford
I'm playing basketball on the devil's court,
And this is dc where the rich see the poor
But policy was...you gotta go to school
My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw
Stupid-ass, he been in the game like basketball, but no,
My friends were off at school
Strapped up, know i keep that tool
Champagne, foreign names in my pool
And even your friends at school.
Going on my own to play some basketball
I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall
I hope bullying ends.
Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments
See, i'm a nigga with no flaw
Bullying isnt right it shuld be law
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