The_Hillsta
Neva missin a beat
I lived out there when I was in college. I'm just walking home all by myself. This one kid runs up on me (literally running) and pulls his arm back like he's gonna swing on me, doesn't and ends up on the other side of me.
Man....Junior High, I had a potna who would throw that quitta, he used to do that shyt when we used to roll to Berkeley
I used to tell him I ain't tryna get shot, i'm just tryna copp some tapes
That refinery water bruh

) and pulls his arm back like he's gonna swing on me, doesn't and ends up on the other side of me.

