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Road life
- Look All type everyman. Dunno
- Hater trying to hate to get me down but weed got me higher
- swear that shit must have been laced with spit fire
- king of this shit better stay in your lane
- bow down, pass me the crown and say it again
- top of the food chain but i started 6 feet under
- ballin on the clouds, mess with me i'll drop thunder
- heavy hands drop em, swift killa in my D N A
- come threw the block sellin rocks got em praying again
- cause when i come threw i be spraying em lead
- bring out the caskets cause i be layin them dead
- fuck with it trying to catch a case it be raining red
- R.I.P to ur clique got funerals in you head
- Look
- I was in the bits with a couple of youts sellin green
- to them kids i met when i was 16. It was all good
- Nobody would fuck with us. we had everything. Boys who'd risk there lifes
- just to get money at end of the day from selling there green.
- we was running the block. it was all fine then, it just went bad when we went
- country to start selling the green
- There was 4 of us. Sat back in two Aldi TT's blacked out windows leather
- interior. Smoking weed, an ounce a day, fuck it we where climing trees,
- i was road with one of my boys. 2 lads approached us, tried jacking are
- weed, i looked at him, pulled a knife out stabbed him didn't think twice,
- Noticed i did wrong when the lad fell to the floor, Bleeding like a little bitch.
- i just put my hood up ran off, and hoped nobody seen me stab him.
- 4 weeks later. Had knock at the door, police arrest me, Couldn't pleed
- not guilty because they had it on CCTV. seen me stab the guy.
- They said that he died i felt bad,
- but what was even worse, i know i was going to get 4 years in pen
- with some cunts who with probably murder men,
- just for a cake at dinner time the was sad life, wont run block with
- boys my size
- Went Jail. sitting there i was in a Cell with a hard cunt, we both carried knifes
- but had each others back no matter what happened. i was there for about
- 2 weeks had beef with a gang of youths had bare people backing me
- i had a strong cavalry stomping hoofs. we was running Riot on the wing
- and police couldn't stop us when patrolling. We was getting money shipped in
- to bribe the pigs, to let me run the wing on my own we stood as a force
- we had jail on lockdown, i was back to my own ways selling Coke
- on the Wing to pot heads who i could flick and make cry like a little bitch.
- then dickheads where looking up at me. I was like faggots go fetch me my
- fucking dinner kids.
- Things where well in jail. got the respect i thought i deserved.
- Go all the Cavalry i needed. i was at the point where i walked
- along the wing laughing at the 5/0. Served 3 and a half years of my
- time and i was let go. let out on tag at 21. and man my fucking rep grew.
- i was a Young elite and thought nobody could touch me bro
- Laughing a the pussy holes who i used to walk rode with.
- but fuck the lot of them none of them came to visit when i was on wing
- Follow the Next part of the story to see what happens in road Part 2
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