"Yo own people gave you up"
"He/she not really yours jack..."
"I know we was supposed to be brothers, but..."
"He/she not really yours jack..."
"I know we was supposed to be brothers, but..."
I wasn't supposed to be there. I got lured over there by p*ssy. This was after midnight in one of the worst parts of Newark. All I saw was me being a static and being a news article on nj.com. Without saying too much I knew he was there to kill because I pissed him off, he had the goons plus he known for carrying and using guns. I could feel the blood curdling chill of death and even smell it's warmth in my nose. Breh, I can't explain it. Aint't nothing I could do but ante up. I paid him what I owed him plus gave up whatever else I had on GP. He looked at what I put in his hand and stepped aside so I could walk pass him. I walked backwards to my car because then goons was still flanking me. I had my hand in my jacket pocket and got in my car and started it and drove the fukk homeDamn that shyt would drop a man's heart quick, so what happened?
*pants unbuckling*
*gunshot*
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Dont take the coupe
