The BasedFather
Task Force
:bandofredo::bandofredo::bandofredo:
I was tired of this shyt. How could I get to this money? How could I get bandz to have hoes on go?
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At school, Yu-Gi-Oh and Pokemon cards were boomin. I mean, nikkas was doing numbers off these thangs. Blue Eyes White Dragon, Dark Magician, Red Eyes Black Dragon...I remember this shyt like yesterday...That's it!!! I'd flip these things. So at this point, I took what little money I had and started buying cards up left and right.
At school I had that bytch locked down. I was on my Drose Rookie Of The Year shyt. I came up quick. I'd keep a deck of cards on me at all times just in case a nikka wanted to act up. I was ready to peel a wig back with my Buster Blader at any given moment. Boy, girl, anybody could lose those life points and get sent to the graveyard.
So I'm dueling nikkas, putting bandz up on these matches and taking peoples cards. I'm feeling like a god.
I'm finessing nikkas and pressing them into trades to give me their cards. My trap was booming at this point. I'm putting lil nikkas on my block on to get this money with me. At this point, I'm like Nino. nikkas hate me and I can feel an usurp coming soon.
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Now there was this snot nosed fat pasty white boy at my school. Lil dude was stocky. He had that dragon/warrior deck.
shyt was too clean 
He had a little bit of clout at school and was getting stronger. One day at recess he was popping shyt off. Talking hella shyt about me and saying he'd banish me to the Shadow Realm :broglasses:. So me being the alpha that I am, I get my boys and we take him around the back of school. We fukked him up bad and I gave my youngins his cards. He never popped shyt again.So on my decline...I'm out of control at this point. I'm crossing nikkas and straight bytching them. Now, I forget the details, but me and my best homie have a falling out over Slifer The Sky Dragon. Everybody wanted that card and he got it...man I was salty as fukk...we fall out and that's where I realize I'm out of control
...I looked at myself for a good minute and decided to give it all up. Yeah a young nikka was fresh and all, Coogi and Fubu down to the toe. Fresh ass coke Air Force Ones on, but I lost my homie.
I gave it all up and reconciled with him. I still have my cards in my closet to remind me of my grim past...
