Author: Uncle Melon

I was right out after time served
Steady hand while that nine stirred, most hustlers got calm nerves
These 🥷 follow me like wise words
I gave bags with strings attached like dry herbs
Shootouts, entertainment and crime merged
It’s hard to describe terms, I can’t explain it with kind words

Thank God, I’m grateful I made it here, I was puttin’ it all on the line
Stand on the 8 Block with my fire, 🥷 ain’t even come outside
Walkin’ home through the enemy, said it was risky, I couldn’t afford a ride (every day)

You got me 🙏🏿 up
Thinkin’ I’ma switch up who I came with
You got me 🙏🏿 up