One Percenters



Rich kids try to be hood
But they're not
'Cause no one's ever good
With what they got

So they walk around
Hoods up, heads down 
Suburban town
Still Ivy League bound 

Expensive shoes
Just charge it
Parties with booze

They go hard
Get white girl wasted
Fake ID cards
No rules are sacred

Then weekday mornings
They go to Starbucks 
Where they're all swarming
Like coffee's good luck

Roll into the school
In their Mercedes 
They think they're real cool
Designer babies

There they complain
About the stress
They're under they claim
They need a rest

They're lives are real tough
Try not to cry
I've had enough
I live here why?


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