RapVerse.com Community - .::A Hustla's Tale.::

check it out and lemme know what yall think..-One-

There was this kat I usta know, back in my days when ma phone would ring,
He would come thru with an ounce of blow, you see, nigga was my protoge,
Cookin up that crack, and bakin up blunts with a bowl full of broken haze,
With an extra fold in my back, to pile it up in case those 5-0 jokers came,
We hustled on the same strip, see this nigga was just trynna provide,
One wife, three kids, intelligent nigga, major in economy on the side,
Street fam, new his shit down to gram, there was no tryin this guy,
But in the blink of an eye, with a shrug and a sigh, at 23 it wasn’t his time to say bye,
It was early, the sun looked down on my drop, maybe around the time of 5’o clock,
Dude with a diamond watch, stepped out his benz lookin like he was tryin to cop,
But I looked at his top, glanced away looked at his walk, dis nigga wanted suntin else I could look by his talk,
Approached ma young wun, spittin figures around 300 worth of his strain
He turned his back, nigga pulled out a switchblade, told him to hand over the cane,
He told him he pushed weight too hard everyday to lose it to some nigga insane,
Those were his last words, cuz on some real talk this guy wasn’t playin,
Reached over his white tee, slit his eye down the side, and left him cryin in pain,
Grabbed his bag, took the product, pushed me, and told me to get out his way,
So I did, before he hurt ma otha nig, his knife almost ended a life, and left a emotional stain,
Physically drained, young boi said he quittin for good, that he done with the street life,
But I still stressed that it aint over that easy, I got ya back b, you don’t gotta go thru this twice,
He said fuck you, you aint no nigga to look up to, you scumbag you don’t even kno how to divide money across one room,
I told that nigga to keep walkin, or suntin gun happen if he keep talking, Told him that I was bad news, like 22 gun shots and heat walkin,
Second mistake, he got in my face, and started squarin, telling me that he wanna fite for his cake,
Blood still drippin down his face, tear trickling, you could tell he was tryin to act brick by embrace,
I wasn’t havin it, told him he wasn’t even worth half this shit, took out a G and threw it at him, told him to suck a dick while he was countin it,
Turned ma back to the nigga, heard an engine, a hand stickin out with a pinky ring on his finger,
Told me to get in, didn’t hesistate, and I just sped in, Nigga told me I did good, gave me his respects and my share of helping,
I threw a smirk his way, then threw a jerk his way, bounced his ass out the car and threw the dirt in his face,
Gave him the finger, and told him to ‘insert this way’, screamed at the top of my lungs, “IMA HUSTLA!!!WHAT MORE CAN I SAY??” :thefinger

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