JulesMusic719
All Star
Naw we still see Gucci bragging bout smoking Jeezys homie in trap music tho
Rapper Quando Rondo shot at - his homie was killed, Rondo lets out movie like scream upon seeing him
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It won’t matter because for some reason we’ve decided that gang activity = rap music.
The rallying cry has been crack era gangster music.
How as a man you can make a video named "Did Lil Durk Already Slide For Von" and not feel like a fukking clown?
ReasonableMatic
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Ain't nothing cool 'bout, carrying a strap
'Bout, worryin' ya moms and BURYING ya best cat
I'm talking 'bout REVENGE, while you carrying his CASKET
All TEARY-EYED, 'bout to take it to a mattress..
- JAY-Z (What We Talkin Bout)
#HovBarForEverything
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AyBrehHam Linkin
First Black Brehsident
Goddamn the trauma of seeing someone you know dead / dying
The comments section of that video is wild. How the fukk are people taking pleasure in his screams?
Our culture is done for if we don’t make some changes
Glad your upset
It's crazy Quando gets so hated because he just happened to be outside a club that King Von was at who decided to beat him up because of a silly beef with his Label mate and while getting beat up his friend shot Von killing him. He gets more hate and death threats than the killer. shyt is retarded. 
Drip Bayless
Superstar
Bait Von into a fight?
Didn’t that nikka wake up out his sleep to go box dude
I ain’t never seen an artist get dikkrode like King Von OTF shyt crazy
Fani Willis fan
22%er
Trap music was like the precursor, they had to get the older generation before doped up and the OGs locked up.
We’re not even discussing how the beats were made..
But yea trap culture was like a Horishima bomb.
Drill is like the theme music for the school to prison pipeline. After GBE they started giving kids record deals while on house arrest and on ankle monitors this is 2012 coming off the trap era..
Mmm, you know we living, we on
(This Is The Sound) Look
Sometimes the best response is none at all
You probably would've left your mans, that ain't one hundred, dawg
See nowadays, it's like the fans doing the police job
Y'all talk that gangsta shyt but cry when a nikka get knocked
You 'posed to walk it how you talk it
But shyt, I still ain't got my point across
Ayy, if the shoe was on the other foot, they wouldn't have said he wrong
fukk what they say, that's understood, we had to make it home
I put that on the neighborhood before they bust my dome
Lul Timmy riding right or wrong
Blood on your brother on the ground, gon' pick your mans up
Damn right we screaming self defense
He shouldn't have never put his hands on me
Look at the footage, that's all the evidence
See them p*ssy nikkas shouldn't have ran up on me
Who the fukk said that I was hidin'?
I'm still ridin' 'round with them bands on me
And to set the records straight
I ain't never had no show inside the A
Million on my head, that's what they say
That's all you got? bytch, make it eight
Come run up on me, bite the bait
Thirty clip on me, jump out, shake
That shyt a shame, I'ma live this way until they put me in my grave
Ayy, we be on some beast shyt
We be on some roc kout with that Glock out on some G shyt
I be with them youngins really mopped out on that three shyt
We be on some blaka, blow they block off, hit they streets shyt
We be on some fukking hit his mama house when his bytch in there (yeah)
Sometimes the best response is none at all
You probably would've left your mans, that ain't one hundred, dawg
See nowadays, it's like the fans doing the police job
Y'all talk that gangsta shyt but cry when a nikka get knocked
You 'posed to walk it how you talk it
But shyt, I still ain't got my point across
Ayy, if the shoe was on the other foot, they wouldn't have said he wrong
fukk what they say, that's understood, we had to make it home
I put that on the neighborhood before they bust my dome
Lul Timmy riding right or wrong
Red rum, top shotta, they play, I'm dropping a body
Right by the store with all them Crip nikkas, only life that I had
What they don't know, he knocked down foenem and did it all with no mask
Know many men, they wanna kill me, feeling like Curtis Jackson, whoa
I don't give a fukk how no one feel
My mans ain't do nothing wrong
And if your mans wouldn't have did the same
You need to stop fukking with him
They on our side
And everybody think this shyt a game
I already know it's murder behind this shyt
(This Is The Sound) Look
Sometimes the best response is none at all
You probably would've left your mans, that ain't one hundred, dawg
See nowadays, it's like the fans doing the police job
Y'all talk that gangsta shyt but cry when a nikka get knocked
You 'posed to walk it how you talk it
But shyt, I still ain't got my point across
Ayy, if the shoe was on the other foot, they wouldn't have said he wrong
fukk what they say, that's understood, we had to make it home
I put that on the neighborhood before they bust my dome
Lul Timmy riding right or wrong
Blood on your brother on the ground, gon' pick your mans up
Damn right we screaming self defense
He shouldn't have never put his hands on me
Look at the footage, that's all the evidence
See them p*ssy nikkas shouldn't have ran up on me
Who the fukk said that I was hidin'?
I'm still ridin' 'round with them bands on me
And to set the records straight
I ain't never had no show inside the A
Million on my head, that's what they say
That's all you got? bytch, make it eight
Come run up on me, bite the bait
Thirty clip on me, jump out, shake
That shyt a shame, I'ma live this way until they put me in my grave
Ayy, we be on some beast shyt
We be on some roc kout with that Glock out on some G shyt
I be with them youngins really mopped out on that three shyt
We be on some blaka, blow they block off, hit they streets shyt
We be on some fukking hit his mama house when his bytch in there (yeah)
Sometimes the best response is none at all
You probably would've left your mans, that ain't one hundred, dawg
See nowadays, it's like the fans doing the police job
Y'all talk that gangsta shyt but cry when a nikka get knocked
You 'posed to walk it how you talk it
But shyt, I still ain't got my point across
Ayy, if the shoe was on the other foot, they wouldn't have said he wrong
fukk what they say, that's understood, we had to make it home
I put that on the neighborhood before they bust my dome
Lul Timmy riding right or wrong
Red rum, top shotta, they play, I'm dropping a body
Right by the store with all them Crip nikkas, only life that I had
What they don't know, he knocked down foenem and did it all with no mask
Know many men, they wanna kill me, feeling like Curtis Jackson, whoa
I don't give a fukk how no one feel
My mans ain't do nothing wrong
And if your mans wouldn't have did the same
You need to stop fukking with him
They on our side
And everybody think this shyt a game
I already know it's murder behind this shyt
FLYINHAWAIIAN
Vegan For a Reason
I can believe it .
Back in 2020, a close family friend that used to always be at my grandma's house went to her funeral. Around a month later he was in the car with his brother and got shot up.
My mind would be all fukked up being next to somebody that I'm close to when they get killed