SeveroDrgnfli
Ain't nobody tryin to get indicted.
I was an east bay savage. The team and I went dumb everywhere. We considered ourselves exceptionally hyphy.
I was listening to hyphy music like this:
When the beautiful girls with beauty supply slippers, grills, and big gold hoop ear rings were outside:
That's real hyphy music. Gas flow. Music that you cannot sit still too. It makes you want to go dumb. Or something real smooth for the ladies and a function.
I was smoking grapes all day. Not to even get high, just to post up with the homies.
I would sneak out to Oakland to go to the side shows and still be in class at 6am getting my black ass into college.
I was selling drugs in large quantities too. I'm not proud of it, but I was bored and selling drugs was a great way to move up the social ladder. I knew I wouldn't get caught either. So why not?
All the real nikkas wore white Ts, blue jeans, and nikes. Sometimes bapes or vans slip ons or authentics. Jays were still special. We'd wear Jays to prom or to a function with a fresh letterman jacket and fitted. Breh, you was good to go. I think I'm going to start dressing like that again.
Only Asians dressed like people dress now when I was coming up. Nobody cared about wearing fitted clothing because you can't stash drugs or guns in skinny jeans. You also can't shop lift in tight clothes. and if we had to fight or shake the cops loose clothes were ideal.
I wasn't a gangster, but I did grow up in the hood, and shyt like that was fun for us. We'd rob people for fun. We'd break into houses. Lots of dumb shyt for no reason.
There was a time in my life where I was robbing people at gun point for fun.
Even nerds were about that action. I remember sitting in AP environmental science class with an ounce of grapes in my backpack and the homie had a gun in our throw away locker. There was rifle stashed in the front bushes of the school too.
in AP ecology breh, that class was an A period. You couldn't even take that shyt without two recommendations from two different teachers.
I'm so lucky to not be in jail. My boy shot someone in the face by accident. My other homie ran off on the plug. No lie. Haven't seen him in years. One of my homies had a good ass dad so he kept him working.
I had soccer and watching my brother ruin his life to keep me from doing anything too stupid. I never held a gun.
I was listening to hyphy music like this:
When the beautiful girls with beauty supply slippers, grills, and big gold hoop ear rings were outside:
That's real hyphy music. Gas flow. Music that you cannot sit still too. It makes you want to go dumb. Or something real smooth for the ladies and a function.
I was smoking grapes all day. Not to even get high, just to post up with the homies.
I would sneak out to Oakland to go to the side shows and still be in class at 6am getting my black ass into college.
I was selling drugs in large quantities too. I'm not proud of it, but I was bored and selling drugs was a great way to move up the social ladder. I knew I wouldn't get caught either. So why not?
All the real nikkas wore white Ts, blue jeans, and nikes. Sometimes bapes or vans slip ons or authentics. Jays were still special. We'd wear Jays to prom or to a function with a fresh letterman jacket and fitted. Breh, you was good to go. I think I'm going to start dressing like that again.
Only Asians dressed like people dress now when I was coming up. Nobody cared about wearing fitted clothing because you can't stash drugs or guns in skinny jeans. You also can't shop lift in tight clothes. and if we had to fight or shake the cops loose clothes were ideal.
I wasn't a gangster, but I did grow up in the hood, and shyt like that was fun for us. We'd rob people for fun. We'd break into houses. Lots of dumb shyt for no reason.
There was a time in my life where I was robbing people at gun point for fun.
Even nerds were about that action. I remember sitting in AP environmental science class with an ounce of grapes in my backpack and the homie had a gun in our throw away locker. There was rifle stashed in the front bushes of the school too.
in AP ecology breh, that class was an A period. You couldn't even take that shyt without two recommendations from two different teachers. I'm so lucky to not be in jail. My boy shot someone in the face by accident. My other homie ran off on the plug. No lie. Haven't seen him in years. One of my homies had a good ass dad so he kept him working.
I had soccer and watching my brother ruin his life to keep me from doing anything too stupid. I never held a gun.
