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I was reminiscing over shyt as a youngin and remember the few times I caught the L growing up.
First time was in the 5th grade. I was going to this private school off Kings Highway in Brooklyn and got in a argument with this kid in my class. bytch ass nikka name Nathaniel (he was my friend though
). So after school shyt jumped off in the stairs leading outside and we started scrapping.
I hit him two times real quick and and was on some "This nikka don' want it with me
."
Next thing I know this nikka is putting the beats on me
I'm fighting for my life at the tender age of 10 and somehow this strong ass lil nikka suplexed me UP THE DAMN STAIRS
.
He must have been half retard or something cause ain't no way a 10 year old that damn strong. After I caught that L this chick I was crushing on in class told me she ain't like me no more she liked him now.....that shyt plagued my mind all year brehs
. I told myself I'd never lose a fight again in my life. Few days later my older brother put hands on him and fukked him up something serious
2 days after that, lil nikka brought a knife to school to stab me up and shyt. I almost got murked that day but by the grace of god they saw the knife and took it from him. Lil nikka snitched and got suspended 
Fast forward 2 years and I'm at IS 246 in middle school and there was this unwritten rule that you stay on your damn floor. 6th graders stay on the 1st, 7th on the 2nd, and 8th on the 3rd and 4th. So as a 12 year gangsta in training I wished a nikka would tell me I couldn't walk on the whatever floor I wanted. So I'm roaming the halls cause I was on some fukk school shyt back then, and a pack of wild 8th graders showed up outta nowhere like "You on the wrong floor breh
"
I'm like fukk y'all nikkas don't want it with me breh (my brothers was heavy in deceps and nikkas in the school knew me). I guess those nikkas ain't get the memo cause they then preceeded to put them paws on me
. It was bout 4 on 1 and I held my own until the vice principal broke it up.
Few days later my brothers got word and we showed up bout 15 deep to see them fukk nikkas after school. nikka name was Lonnie and we caught him chilling across the street with some of his nikkas and he seen how deep he was and that fakkit was like "
I ain't want no problems breh." After I slapped dude up, a few days later some other chick sliced him from ear to ear over another incident. That's when I decided to give my life to white baby jesus because I realized I really wasn't bout that life.
Out of all the fights I got in my whole life a record of 10-2 ain't that bad I guess
Sure your stories brehs.
First time was in the 5th grade. I was going to this private school off Kings Highway in Brooklyn and got in a argument with this kid in my class. bytch ass nikka name Nathaniel (he was my friend though

I hit him two times real quick and and was on some "This nikka don' want it with me

Next thing I know this nikka is putting the beats on me


He must have been half retard or something cause ain't no way a 10 year old that damn strong. After I caught that L this chick I was crushing on in class told me she ain't like me no more she liked him now.....that shyt plagued my mind all year brehs



Fast forward 2 years and I'm at IS 246 in middle school and there was this unwritten rule that you stay on your damn floor. 6th graders stay on the 1st, 7th on the 2nd, and 8th on the 3rd and 4th. So as a 12 year gangsta in training I wished a nikka would tell me I couldn't walk on the whatever floor I wanted. So I'm roaming the halls cause I was on some fukk school shyt back then, and a pack of wild 8th graders showed up outta nowhere like "You on the wrong floor breh

I'm like fukk y'all nikkas don't want it with me breh (my brothers was heavy in deceps and nikkas in the school knew me). I guess those nikkas ain't get the memo cause they then preceeded to put them paws on me

Few days later my brothers got word and we showed up bout 15 deep to see them fukk nikkas after school. nikka name was Lonnie and we caught him chilling across the street with some of his nikkas and he seen how deep he was and that fakkit was like "

Out of all the fights I got in my whole life a record of 10-2 ain't that bad I guess
Sure your stories brehs.