Last year when I was 33 me and a couple of my dudes went to this hood spot on the east side to show love for a homie who was hosting/DJ'ing the event. I hadn't been in that environment in a minute. Long story short, I ended up bucking with some lil nicca. Scratches on my neck, shirt got torn. The nicca I fought was talking bout going and getting his pistol, he would catch me on the flip side, saying its a small world...typical rah, rah "Ima kill you" type shyt. I got home and seen my girl and my kids sleep...I was thought to myself, I'm 33 years old with two kids out here fighting with young niccas in a hole in the wall club on the eastside of Detroit like I'm still 22. That's when I retired from that shyt. Would never be in a spot like that or around that type of energy. Hopefully at 38 Steve got his wakeup call. Let that shyt go my dude.
Steve need to go down to city hall and legally change his name to Flabbaka Yokafor. I dont understand how a successful NBA could fall down that success tree and hit every L branch attached. nikka got the reverse Benjamin Button Struggle gene syndrome.
at Cuttino Mobley looking like a Black Anime Cartoon Villain. And Steve used to be the truth, even remember him at Maryland, was one of my favorite guards to watch.
