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G.M.B. soldier

G.M.B. soldier

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17 May 2019

growing up all i knew was a rob a nigga n how to sell drugs. gangbanging gun slanging n let them spent shells flood. bussin at opps watchin em drop then running from cops over them fences i hopped. back to the spot wer i whipped on the pot then set up shop on the block.... i remember all them cold summers and all the winters that wer hot.meaning shit was fucked up all yr round i have not forgot. niggas wer dying left to right daily mommas would cry like y my baby. shit was hetic it got crazy every one y kno start acting shady...... i remember tryna walk home safely after school w the pistol off safety.will i make it home or not thats a big maybe. but Chicago sts. raised me n made me there really aint much that can phase me.ima stand 4wat i belive in untill the day somebody waist me..... if u kno wats its worth u betta put me in the dirt if udont imma catch u first.bro u got u nerve disrespecting w words u gon get everything u deserve. my clip holdin 50 it always stay w me n its so eager to burst. i feel the thirst wen we out on the search if a fuvk boi see me his best bet is to swerve......at the age of 10 the thug life was my only dream. thinking about pussy money weed way before i even was a teen. whole family full of hustlers killas n thug niggas it was in my genes. facinated by the fast life corruptin my mind w everything i seen. i said fuck school so i dropped the books n became a dropout. picked up something i fell in love w it said made in Moscow.fell in love w money it felt good to stavk it up. addicted to hustle cop the wrk n couldn't wait to bag itup. ...soon i learned the wuivker u move the quicker u fall easier to drop the ball. u might lose it all u either buried in box or surrounded by them concrete wall. i pay the cost for every choice i made it was my decission.ill forever remain another victim caught up in the system...growing up all i knew was a rob a nigga n how to sell drugs. gangbanging gun slanging n let them spent shells flood. bussin at opps watchin em drop then running from cops over them fences i hopped. back to the spot wer i whipped on the pot then set up shop on the block....

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growing up all i knew was a rob a nigga n how to sell drugs. gangbanging gun slanging n let them spent shells flood. bussin at opps watchin em drop then running from cops over them fences i hopped. back to the spot wer i whipped on the pot then set up shop on the block.... i remember all them cold summers and all the winters that wer hot.meaning shit was fucked up all yr round i have not forgot. niggas wer dying left to right daily mommas would cry like y my baby. shit was hetic it got crazy every one y kno start acting shady...... i remember tryna walk home safely after school w the pistol off safety.will i make it home or not thats a big maybe. but Chicago sts. raised me n made me there really aint much that can phase me.ima stand 4wat i belive in untill the day somebody waist me..... if u kno wats its worth u betta put me in the dirt if udont imma catch u first.bro u got u nerve disrespecting w words u gon get everything u deserve. my clip holdin 50 it always stay w me n its so eager to burst. i feel the thirst wen we out on the search if a fuvk boi see me his best bet is to swerve......at the age of 10 the thug life was my only dream. thinking about pussy money weed way before i even was a teen. whole family full of hustlers killas n thug niggas it was in my genes. facinated by the fast life corruptin my mind w everything i seen. i said fuck school so i dropped the books n became a dropout. picked up something i fell in love w it said made in Moscow.fell in love w money it felt good to stavk it up. addicted to hustle cop the wrk n couldn't wait to bag itup. ...soon i learned the wuivker u move the quicker u fall easier to drop the ball. u might lose it all u either buried in box or surrounded by them concrete wall. i pay the cost for every choice i made it was my decission.ill forever remain another victim caught up in the system...growing up all i knew was a rob a nigga n how to sell drugs. gangbanging gun slanging n let them spent shells flood. bussin at opps watchin em drop then running from cops over them fences i hopped. back to the spot wer i whipped on the pot then set up shop on the block....

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