A lil story about a kid that...well....just listen
Im ill
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I knew a kid on the block makin petty cash
Nobody ran up on em cuz he aimed a steady mag
Same struggle but was younger then the other dudes
But he would hustle up the yay to make a buck or two
No fam, no friends, he was cutting school
Some dro would get em thru the day wit cup of booze
Up in jersey he locked the spot
He’d run to NY when the block was hot
His connect would come scoop em in front of the park
Cuz he knew da boi was too small to run from the Narcs
….His main pusha getting locked was his fear
Cuz the cops wont charge em as a minor out here….
And if they catch em he would neva see the light of day
And all the money dat he made em would be out the way
He aint really care for his well-being
He jus wanted the boy around to bring the cream in
And it aint like the boy thought otherwise
Cuz he was jus another kid in the public eye
He would wonder if he died would his motha cry
But when he went to run the packs he got it off his mind
One day in the mix of his work
It’s the same ol usual….baggin up pounds
Standing on the strip…pass it on the low down
Sell a certain portion bring the money to da boss
Trynna sell his last dime to dis basehead
Some fiend he neva seen b4…black hoody up
Reached for the money on the left…
Real quick switched sides poked em on the right wit the knife
Pulled the hoody down it’s the boss in the flesh
Whispered in his ear while he took his last breath
“If I kept u in this game any longer
U’d prolly end up wit more money then me”
Dats Jealousy….
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