Transfer from Chicago, Kamari Green is a new kid no friends no girlfriend no real relationships...yet. Little does he know the school he just transferred to is a treasure trove of drama, problems, and issues. And he's caught in the middle of all of...
Kamari sits in his chair not listening to the teacher because this kids got a thing for music.
Niggas been countin' me out I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit The game is off balance, I'm back on my shit The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty But that's how I like it, you all on my dick I'm all in my bag, this hard as it get I do not snort powder, I might take a sip I might hit the blunt, but I'm liable to trip I ain't poppin' no pill, but you do as you wish I roll with some fiends, I love 'em to death I got a few mil' but not all of them rich What good is the bread if my niggas is broke? What good is first class if my niggas can't sit? That's my next mission, that's why I can't quit Just like LeBron, get my niggas more chips Just put the Rollie right back on my wrist This watch came from Drizzy, he gave me a gift Back when the rap game was prayin' I'd diss They act like two legends cannot coexist But I'd never beef with a nigga for nothin' If I smoke a rapper, it's gon' be legit It won't be for clout, it won't be for fame It won't be 'cause my shit ain't sellin' the same It won't be to sell you my latest lil' sneakers It won't be 'cause some nigga slid in my lane Everything grows, it's destined to change I love you lil' niggas, I'm glad that you came I hope that you scrape every dollar you can I hope you know money won't erase the pain To the OGs, I'm thankin' you now Was watchin' you when you was pavin' the ground I copied your cadence, I mirrored your style I studied the greats, I'm the greatest right now Fuck if you feel me, you ain't got a choice Now I ain't do no promo, still made all that noise This shit gon' be different, I set my intentions I promise to slap all that hate out your voice Niggas been countin' me out I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list I'm checkin' it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit The game is off balance, I'm back on my shit The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty But that's how I like it, you all on my dick
He's tapped making him pull off his headphones, "Hi your the new kid right?" Ms. Grell asks
"Yeah." Kamari says
"Great, Could you introduce yourself to everyone?" Ms. Grell says
"Do I really have to?" Kamari asks
"Yes, cmon." Ms. Grell says
Kamari sighs and gets up, "I'm Kamari Green, I'm 16...I'm Biracial Half Black Half Mexican, I really like music all kinds actually and uhh I transferred from Chicago where I...was a great basketball player." He explains
"You should join our basketball team, we could use some players." Ms. Grell says
"I plan on it, and that's all there is to know about me." Kamari says sitting down.
"Well we hope you feel welcome Kamari." Grell says
"Yeah me to." Kamari says putting back In his headphones.
"And remember everyone we want Kamari to feel really really welcome here at..." she says.
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