Yall Niggas Just Dont Know
I miss living in Linden with my boy. Everything I ever wanted was right at my finger-tips (including my acrylic tips, lol). I had a FEW good jobs, so you know I was crazy paid. A place to stay in a good neighborhood, a female friend to chill with, my beautiful husband type, and TWO stashes: one for our weed and one for my money. *Oh yeah!* I'd really like to get these things again, but sometimes I feel like if I dont have a partner to ball with, then whats even the point, you know? But in anycase, I really hope I do get another partner in crime, or maybe even get my boy back. Who wants a newbie anyway? I stick with the pros, you know? I gotta make shit happen. Cause when I ball I like to go all out. You feel me? Here's a shot out to my people: To all my former and current ballers playing silo, hitting up the pool spot, skip'in town, doin it in the parking lot or the back of a car while your friend drives, smokin out, toastin out to gettin the fuck out of the fuckin projects, gettin gangsta with it so we can ball like there's no tomorrow...Get your luck charm (that was usually me), get the caddy, dont forget the Chronic 2001, I dont like to fuck around with guns but that dont mean nigga dont save me one! Get the trees, get the E, get the barbeques with the family and shit. Hit the clubs up, hit the bars up, hit ya peeps up and get cha 3-some! Chill with co-workers, chill with friends, chill with your girl, and hook up your man. LMAO! To all my ballers, save a seat for me, cause Im coming through soon as I get this money. ONE!