Every now & then people roll up & dap. The dough for the money. Weed in other words. I've only got caught once but I don't sell on the same strip. Weed is what makes you the money. Nah I don't smoke, not that often. I got other things to worry about. My moms keep blabbing about school, man fuck that. The grades I make ain't cutting out anyways. You be lucky just to make it off the streets without getting your ass beat. In the gang, you get jumped in. You take whats coming for you. You quit on me, you quit on the gang. & we do this for a living. School ain't shit to us. I still go , even tho I don't do nothing & because my girl there. She don't fuck with the side business but she know all about the bengamins. EVERY nigga at school know me, either for the money or the fame. Theirs only a new people I fuck with at school & they stay true to the fullest. They know me & I don't play, especially about my girl. She not all about the money. & she damn sure don't fuck around with other niggas.
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After my dad died I promised I'd take care of my ma. & I always will. She was always there for me & I love her to death.
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"Gang$ta Girl"
No Ficciónwhen I was five, my dad left. I was an only child. growing up off the streets won't easy. selling dope just to put food on the table & clothes on my back. my story? what story...I ain't have one. the streets was my home. school? bullshit. I can lear...
