In my old hood it was a nikka called “pounds of turkey” Cuz his ass steal POUNDS OF TURKEY round this time of year.When i was in high school, nikkas was stealing from whatever store had it. When i was in middle school, the one nikka that had all the candy and chips for sale was banned from every corner store within a mile. Bro was fresh every single day, but never had a notebook or single sheet of paper on his person. Only a pen behind the ear and prolly a pocketbook to track his earnings
all the Spanish men that work in the freeze area was chasing that nikka in their butcher jackets man it was so funny
Bro was moving birdsIn my old hood it was a nikka called “pounds of turkey” Cuz his ass steal POUNDS OF TURKEY round this time of year.
Still remember the day I seen that nikka Fred Flinstone a big ass butterball out the fire exit and gentrifiers thought it was a terrorist attack!all the Spanish men that work in the freeze area was chasing that nikka in their butcher jackets man it was so funny
Ahh man we had some good days![]()

