All about bling for middle class kid blank star
Donny hit's the street like a shining gangster
Old father would have counseled him otherwise
But rebellion was salt for a meal that required it
All that sparkle body wealth weighted him down
Too many toys, baggy pants, beaming like a clown
Donny saw them loitering stylee and cool
Pulled up, regarded them outta need for approval
He saw the direction of their quick eyes
he didn't have time to try and hide it
They cornered him a gram of pity a tonne of clout
As they emptied his wearable bank account
Donny held the tear in the edge of his eye
The party was here and these guys were excited
He thought he was part, but these were not friends
Same tunes, style, smoke but the rest just pretend
Same beer, same macho neck tattoos
But no friendship that he could call root
So they ripped him off fast, sent him on his way
Told him to come back adorned, make their lucky day
So Donny down and out went on his own little bender
Their taunts that he was not kindred, ostentatious pretender
He'd repeated their stupid slangs but his plan to fit in fell through
His mommy said -The real thugs are attached to hands robbing you
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