Real

where b=bk

Grew up on the westside , my only home. Where if you said "Book" they'll crack Ya skully bone. Maybe they'll end up pulling that forty on Ya. Pray God they won't have to call Ya mothers home. I come from the side where you wore blue scarfs and you riding. Taking trips and gliding. Making juggs and living fast. My words don't rhyme on the flip; maybe faster then you claiming the Çrip when you on the west side . You get fucked up especially if you throw up an S bc as you maybe guess the South n West ain't got the best ties to each other. No matter if yo momma the sister of a bloods mother or none the less on the west no disrespect but a bkloods mother . But they'll take a hollow straight to the neck for one color. Culture gang violence is really over influenced. I mean gang cultural-violence is really over influential and crazy when ones mental can program so much sentimental feelings for red and blue now get a clue . Look whose the ant underneath the bottom of my grass. Maybe you gone learn to stop living so fast . B/c when they bring they Choppa don't stop it when them hollows start flopping and catch you in Yal spinal that will be a reminder of why bk should've just stayed b .