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ck around and choke on this good ass blunt while I was getting ht up nasty style
It wasn’t the best pussy in the world, but it was enough to have ns and shit It was four in the otten to my hotel suite from my welcome home party I had two of the prettiest bitches in the roo some sinful shit, not only to me but to each other
I won’t even act like I went five years without sliding in some pussy While I was locked up, a every other week She would bless a nigga with that royal shit that sat between her legs too It was always quick shit, though Quick and on edge because either I would have her watching to uards didn’t catch us, or I would be the one looking out Those type of visits always required Denia easy access That fingering under the table shit just wasn’t for a nigga likein it, and bust all in it
I don’t knohy Florida didn’t just go ahead and as be in that visitation rooalizing conjugal visits didn’t have shit to do withback I’d kill ive a fuck what anybody says, that prison life will bring the hardest nigga to their fuckin’ knees They kept us caged up for twenty-three hours out of the fuckin’ day, and during those twenty-three hours, you’re forced to be locked inside of so equivalent to a fuckin’ box That shit was made to kill us
The circu with prison was as, to off ourselves Before I was put in the back of that squad car, I used to think that I was fuckin’ invincible I had been doing bad shit since I was five years old In kindergarten, I would go to the back of the classroom and steal my teacher’s candies and shit that she had for the kids who behaved well I never got none of that fuckin’ candy because I was always bad Because I knew that I wouldn’t get any of it, shit, I would just take it
By the tigas So, I was breaking into people’s cars and shit, stealing whatever the fuck they had I was gangbanging and fuckin’ bitches at twelve, like I was a grown assweed by the ti before I even got hair on my dick! I mean, what the fuck did you really expect for rew up in the type of environrew up in?
Myrand up, I would alternate between living with randmother, and randmothers, one on each side, and none of the age
Ininto the house whenever I wanted The hustling, the robbing, and all the other shit that I was doing, that caet a quick buck
My ole boy hustled Back then, he was the flyest nigga I knew Roca Wear, Ralph Lauren, Toer, and Adidas were all some of the shit that he used to rock when I was a kid He kept me flyer than a motha fucka too I had all the Jordans and Nikes as a little boy Because he kept ot a little older, I would want to keep this shit up
My mama named me Billionaire, so that shit was just ina, so when I used to iven toto be honest, soet the money whichever e could
I liked to look good I loved for a bitch to tell ood, and I loved the sound of a few chains dangling aroundable to walk ner store and buy whatever I wanted without even having to check the tag With the type of taste that I had, I had to push dope Pushing dope gave me easy money, so that’s what I chose to do
At twenty-five years old, I was the er than ht hi, so he could eat with my crew and a named Trucks, whose mama should have fuckin’ sed, or his daddy should have busted hi the fuck nigga why he did what he did Before I could even change into ether, ran down on Trucks, and put a couple of slugs in his brain
I was good to that nigga, ive him a kidney since he needed one, but it turned out that I wasn’t ashit, ere like the three aet into this shit and stay in for five years at the et our people out the hood, and have the chance to go legit one day
Nigga put dirty guns in my fuckin’ whip, that were more than likely his, called them boys on me, and had my black ass sent off to prison for it This wasn’t just soa that I rown up together, I called his ht of his little sister as my little sister As a down for theerous