These young guys think it’s cool to say that they trap. Riding round with high point how we pistols in there laps. But then they scared to pull the strap then it’s to late and that’s a wrap. They dead before they here the clap. I was born 205 and I’m sure that’s where I’ll die. Gotta keep a gun in your waste.Or youll wind up in a daze. And you’ll Gone without a trace. This is not a helpful place. But this is where we all were raised where we learned loyalty is key when you out here in the street. I really took that shit to heart they gave my brother 30 years cause he told em fuck em start. He wasn’t even in the state. But stuck to code and Carried all that weight. Cause shit is real out here in the neighborhoods that can’t afford the day to day. These yuppie motherfuckers puss me offf they think it cool selling dope. Do you really think we grew up with any kind of hope that we selling poison to people that we know. They way we living not to many make long enough to win. I lost my closest friends to bullets and that fucking heroine. I don’t know if I’ll ever do right and get clean. But at least I know the ones I got left would take a bullet for me.