making the left turn unto Wilks ave. My steering wheel spins in my palm and
There...... on the park bench sits a red shirt and two more.
So I ease off the accelerator and squash the volume Bushwick Bill and Ghetto Boys drop low in the back seat..... Creepin.
Shirt #1 passed the dank to shirt #3 these simple ******* dont see me ...... stll creepin....shiney steel.
Locked and chambered
Shirt # 2 gets a glimpse as he takes a **** but now its bang bang ..... more red and chordite smoke.
R.I.P.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC
making the left turn unto Wilks ave. My steering wheel spins in my palm and
There...... on the park bench sits a red shirt and two more.
So I ease off the accelerator and squash the volume Bushwick Bill and Ghetto Boys drop low in the back seat..... Creepin.
Shirt #1 passed the dank to shirt #3 these simple ******* dont see me ...... stll creepin....shiney steel.
Locked and chambered
Shirt # 2 gets a glimpse as he takes a **** but now its bang bang ..... more red and chordite smoke.
R.I.P.
I have no love for the life but have been a witness.
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