The Good Ol’ Days (Crack Era Vol.2)

Come with me lil niggaz on a magical journey through time and shit, we going to like 86-87 now dunn dunn. This was the year money was being made in hoods cross merica dunny, all from glass bottles in the pot on moms stove! YEA! When most shorty’s peeping that reading rainbow jumpoff the god was  building in the kitchen. I remember my mans hugh downs from lakeside was getting crazy paper of them rocks, I mean feens said they overcooked and all but son on the real word to allah a kid gotta eat feel me? Ribs is touching like D said and fo real bullet nancy regan if u make me wait word to mutha. Selling crack is a tedious profession na’mean, take like years of adding and taking away from niggas adding money and taking over niggas money HOLLA! The stove top was a central part of the crack game feel’me you gotta real eyes that niggaz wasn’t seeing paper till coke started getting hard and niggas made that happen! Got my troop jacket with the red sleeves my Africa medallion my high tops, IM GOOD BEE! You think we playing? Like I aint lived through the most realest era a nigga done seen, this shit is real to me more real than slavery more real than like mr.t’s chains and shit! Damn ya’ll aint getting money like we were fo real. RIP HUGH DOWNS doing a 100 years in Shirley all over that crack money. Damn Crack, damn my nigga. All for the love of drug dealing. Crack why u kill so many of my niggas, Crack why u showed me doe a nigga could neva dreams of. Crack man, fucking crack.-LeRoy (Your baby mama’s idol)


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  1. real in the field

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