Bad Habits

The first time I looked into your eyes I knew I was fucked
The look you gave me sent a sensation so strong I damn near came on the spot
Your reputation preceded you
Mean ass mofo who ran the streets of Baltimore
You were nothing to play with
Yet I couldn't stay away
Who would have thought we'd end up like this
From hustling on the corners to building an empire
But can good things really come from bad habits?

This book is going to be unfiltered and raunchy. So if you one of those high sadity ass people, please exit stage left