No..Money..Mo..Problems
it is what it is
So I was sleeping and I get a knock on my door saying "open the door and put your hands up" Im thinking to myself this gotta be a bad dream or someone tryna rob me since i aint have no warrants or did anything illegal so I run to my room to grab my bb gun and half way there these nikkas break my door and i look up and see 3 guns pointed at me. They go through my shyt and when they dont find anything they give me this bs ow we got the wrong house crap. This is the second time a cop has pulled a gun on me back when was i 16 me and my buddies went to shoot some bb guns near some woods and a muthafukka called the cops on us talkin bout there shooting guns out here and 6 squad cars pull up like we just robbed a bank. Now everytime i see a cop I get this bad feeling that they tryna blow my head off and i aint even a wild dude who gets into shyt. Im seriously debating if i shoul buy a gun and get a carry permit. For a dude that doesnt have a criminal record and abides by the law you shouldnt have a gun pulled on you twice by the time you 23.


) Anyway, I'm close as hell to the crib (For my Dallas peeps, I drove all that way from Cedar Hill to the Grove in like 20 minutes, I was racing another niggga in a Crown Vic down 67) and I'm bout to make a right on the street that leads up to the crib. The officer is coming from the OTHER WAY, he puts his lights on. I'm like, "hell naw, I got warrants and he ain't finna tow my car...finna go park it" This niggga following me on the on the horn talmbout, "Pull over"...Im like, "nah"
the police and their shyt tactics. These fukkers couldn't do surveillance but go on the word of a fiend?