You got set up
But you too indenial to realize that
But you too indenial to realize that
Damn brehs... I can't even explain correctly whats running through my head right now.
I'm leaving my shorty's crib like at 430am or so in the bronx a few hours ago and im getting in my whip.
This car pulls up beside me while im putting the key in the door and this fukkin short ass dude hops out and walks up to me and pulls out a biscuit talmbout "just close your eyes nikka dont look at my face" he proceeds to go in my pockets grabbing my cash and my weed and his boy in the car is getting nervous and says "just shoot that nikka b we out" at that point i lost it. I knocked the gun from his hand somehow but he shot off a round and it barley grazed my hair im still deaf out my left ear....and it slid under the my car. The dude steps back and trips and i grab the gun and they jet... Im still shaking brehss fukkK.... I almost died tonight i need some kind of closure or something this shyt is too surreal right now .. I need ya'll right now my Coli fam..
I was raised not to go the the police for help... what good would that do anyways?