HEY YOUNG WORLD

why don't take a moment to peep the life of the unspoken, my little homie bang we call him young West Oakland. Mama shooting up left my Young dude hopeless. OG pulled him to the side and made the youngen focus. Hand the young dude a strap and told him "young nigga we funkin'" Young West Oakland came up on some crack and now you'll find him posted. Want let nothing stop him or hold down he shutting down shop now he getting older. Nobody know about his jack move nobody know until he kill you. Ski mask way aye cause he gotta get paid by any means nessessary like Nicotine. Hat to the side now he riding scrayper dawg he put rims on it he riding like a boss. Let them see you sweat show them that you working hard. Show them that your selling drugs finally paid off. Cause nobody I know ever got rich off slanging hard. If you didn't recognize we hustle to our grave yard. It hurts to say but somebody got to tell you off. If you ain't real I advise you not to get involve. The Hood'll take you under it's arms.

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