my story

Man I’m back I’m smocking them boys pack like them them boys in the chat that bum got sent back they used to say couldn’t be me when I was on the streets but now I’m standing up on my feet they mad because they below me I wonder if they see me down back at the streets where they thought they own that but then I came like a magician and pull out the street from my hat that got sent to my old place I remember when people used to laugh at my old face but the very next day I caught a case for putting a bullet in his face