my nigga got shot 12 times this mornin.. he had just left from my house.. drunk as hell.. and some other shit i cant really talk about took place... but he caught 12 hollow point 45 slugs in his chest and stomach....
yeah that was him... it was some hella fucked up shit how it went down... i didnt know it was gonna be like that or i wouldnt of let him leave.. but hey, you never know when the worst is finna happen.. i aint gonna kick myself in the ass over it... i know it was meant to happen, and thats howhumans are.. they always think they cant prevent the inevetable...
Thats hella sad. At the risk of sounding insensitive, his music was really rounding the corner. He had a bright future ahead of him, but God knows best.
yeah fasho.. he was startin to make changes musicaly.. when i first met him i was kinda critical on his music.. and after a while i could hear him startin to imply somma the techniques i used in my music, and honestly we was finna get a hard ass track layed... but thats the way the cookie crumbles... tears and beer been spilled for your ass homie... keep my seat warm up there...