young kid grew up in the crack era and learned all types of ways to rule the game. He wasn't in it for the fame he had kids and a bigger picture. His ma's was always at the local card spot and dad at the crack house. He had kids at a early age and had a older woman to guide him on his way to manhood. Even got use to the fast life until a obstacle blocked the road. Had the world on shoulders but kept too many niggas with him fck them tagalongs. He kept it trill everyday until they pulled up deep and knocked on his grandma's door . Done his time all alone cause it didn't make sense to listen gossip When he first touched down god showed him everything he needed to see. He got back in game and made a couple thousand before he had the scare of life. When he pulled up to the crib they were about 15 deep masked up He looked at driver and said please be clam we can beat this storm. Stashed the work in tissue before they made to the truck. Hopped out and he got patted down and so did his friend. The taskforce never found nothing and the hoodbady got another year to breath free air yeah.