The very first time... Pt1
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•23 days ago
lost boy with the cross on top da block poised cross my heart and rip apart the loss of my props coy toss in bed all night cuz of thoughts i could not voice drugs don't get me high I still take all you got like I don't give a fuck mang the truth is I feel terror about feeling good things cuz im used to when they perish leaving ashes in my waik like when i used to be a parent being dad was how I put away h after 8 years living every day as if I'm about to get buried banging meth and cocaine in my veins wit it how I'm still here a very damn good question insane in the brain bang bang thuggin back then I ain't never joined a gang I was just they fucking plug any thing they need they fucking got at my place I ran the fuckin game in my days in salt lake city up on top a the chain bet that ass I started small like us all flippin kids with zits and pimples on their face all their little dimes and nickels for change about a month after the first that I got I blazed I had a box of 8 proper 8ths on me in the morning on the bus on the way to 9th grade homie i didn't ever stay id meet my peeps and go slang and smoke weed vice principal caught up one day when we was walking away ran into my into my girl alex Rico on the way out she said smoke a cig with me no was my reply I got box full of dank and kid i gotta go make money the bitch lit one anyway and some dummy called the school second time I got caught so yo boy gets probation the same bitch got me popped the first time by the first time first time I had a pound on me I was on every drug you ever heard of never came down you could count on it count on it me and 3 of my dogs ridin deep every door of the car open we all puking on the street from putting speedballs in our arms all day
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Killed it! 🎯
lost boy with the cross on top da block poised cross my heart and rip apart the loss of my props coy toss in bed all night cuz of thoughts i could not voice drugs don't get me high I still take all you got like I don't give a fuck mang the truth is I feel terror about feeling good things cuz im used to when they perish leaving ashes in my waik like when i used to be a parent being dad was how I put away h after 8 years living every day as if I'm about to get buried banging meth and cocaine in my veins wit it how I'm still here a very damn good question insane in the brain bang bang thuggin back then I ain't never joined a gang I was just they fucking plug any thing they need they fucking got at my place I ran the fuckin game in my days in salt lake city up on top a the chain bet that ass I started small like us all flippin kids with zits and pimples on their face all their little dimes and nickels for change about a month after the first that I got I blazed I had a box of 8 proper 8ths on me in the morning on the bus on the way to 9th grade homie i didn't ever stay id meet my peeps and go slang and smoke weed vice principal caught up one day when we was walking away ran into my into my girl alex Rico on the way out she said smoke a cig with me no was my reply I got box full of dank and kid i gotta go make money the bitch lit one anyway and some dummy called the school second time I got caught so yo boy gets probation the same bitch got me popped the first time by the first time first time I had a pound on me I was on every drug you ever heard of never came down you could count on it count on it me and 3 of my dogs ridin deep every door of the car open we all puking on the street from putting speedballs in our arms all day
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