Grew up in Brooklyn in the 90's (all my decep nikkas stand up :brehwow

, had about 100 nikkas surround our building trying to kill us over some beef one of my brothers started. And I'm not even exaggerating. It was literally 100 of them nikkas. My moms called the police and told em and they was like
I looked out the window and seem them goons out there with bats, chains, knives, and broom handles
Moms shipped my bros out the country and sent me and my other bro down south. Real talk I should have been dead god knows how many times. Never thought I'd make it to 25, but I'm 32 with a mortgage, a puppy, and a fukked up hairline.
White Jesus been good to me