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Bitch, fuck your nigga (fuck your nigga) Hoe, fuck his feelings (fuck his feelings) You say you stayin' (you stayin') See, hoe, you trippin' (bitch, you trippin') See, I'm a killer (I'm a killer) But I got feelings (I got what?) I catch you with him (I catch you with him) I just might kill him
I rapped along with King von before a bitch nigga interrupted my sesh
"Fuck you want."I spoke
"Damn nigga which hoe pissed in yo cereal."Gutta laughed which made me more mad
"Shut tf up if you ain't got nun important to say fuck off ma line."I replied
I wasn't in nobodies mood today. Niggas was playing with my money so I was bout to show em sum
"I got the drop on ole boy who been ducking you."Gutta laughed
He really thought everything was a joke
"Right."I spoke calmly letting Gutta know I was serious
We didn't fuck with allat Iphone shi. Gutta knew not to say anything more. The feds really do be tapping
"Imma be round your sides in an hour I got a couple plays to make."I spoke
"Bet."Gutta replied before i hung up and My music resumed
Looking at my life and where I was right now it had me thinking. This isn't the life I expected for myself but I couldn't complain.
I expected to come out of jail and turn my life around but some things don't go to plan. Only pussy niggas sit and and feel sorry for themselves
It had been three years since I'd been out and i was simply stacking paper the only way i knew.
I didn't fuck with the streets like that. I made my money and stayed out the way. The streets real grimey and I'd be dammed if I caught up in some shi cause the streets don't love you . I just wanna make enough money and disappear on everyone and move the people I care about out the way ain't nun here for me in Miami anyway
"Wassup boss."One of my workers greeted
I gave him a simple head nod before making my way to the back of the trap. There was bitches cooking food, counting money and bagging weed.
