Flames!

THE BESTTTT Jamaican Food I EVA HAD! OMG! ORGASMIC WORD IS BOND! Shits right down'a street from my house, located in mattapan (in boston) cheap plates, good ass portions, bomb flavaaaa, and tha atmosphere is live.

So I Be MIA..

because i don't spend my life on the computa like most do. i got serious moves to make and pull thru and that takes up the 100% of my time. but every now and than i have moments where i can take a lil break and let you know whassup with me. the usual, grinding every chance i get. when i do go out and ball out im with my fam. gonna start up my video shit soon, got my connects in line. daddys still holding his bid down, we dont know how much longa its gonna be but most likely 2-3 more years. jus making sure hes good, and hes gonna have it all laid out for him so he can make his moves when he finally touches back down. gonna start school soon as well, im good, chilling, maintaining, getting what i needa get done. sleep is for the weak! where you at tho?

Bulga Baby!

You doin' it pa, L4L! Keep it movin' and keep shitting on them.



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Daddy<3

Heavy behind the tints red carpet events The way we crushin' the buildin' don't even make sense Paparazzi always wanna poly when you fresh Gucci on the frames, Cavali on the dress His and her bling, king and the queen Coming through clean doin' his and her thing.

TRU$T ME,

"When I Tell You NEVA Trust A Soul, I Ain't Fucking With You If You Aint'a Pussy Hole Or'a Bitch Mouth, But You Gott'a Bitch Mouth, Run Up In Ya Bitch HOUSE, But We Ain't Gon' Rape Her, We Jus Gon' Tape Her Up, BITCH GIVE THE PAPER UP." Styles P, Foreva Tha Hardest!

I DON'T SLEEP Z'S MY NIGGA,

I SLEEP DOLLA SIGNS $$$

Don't Do It.

Don't Do It, Off The Recession, that fucking song g. Shit be puttin' me in'a mindstate. Makes me think back, how many of my niggas i hadda visit since the summer of 08, how many is in the feds, how many are behind the wall. how many are getting deported, how many i gotta bring home. hold ya heads. keep it moving.

"No mo jose no mo rosie They locked my dog up and that ain't ro-zay All he wanted was the fame make it last forever You get some ones I get some ones we make it rain together I'm talkin Quabo dreams cristal fetishes Smokein' everyday just to keep ya sanity Just me and nigga like what up doe Still partyin' the club closed an hour ago I guess the back to back Lambo's a thing of the past We used to talk on a chirp now we talking through a glass Just like the glass I know he sees right through me Transparent I can't hide my window pain I'm thinkin' what to say to make him have a betta day I'm walkin' down this lil hallway like what the fu*k I'm gonna say As I'm walkin' down the halls I feel the stress in the walls I need to lighten up man this sh*t is too tense Feels like I need? my heart aches so bad When he sees my face he's gonna be so glad Then I look into his eyes swear to god I seen his soul Tell me what can make a hot boy stare so cold As I looked a lil deeper I saw a lil hope then he cracked a smile He still got his pride Keep doin' what you doin' hold us real nigga's down No matta what you do don't let us real nigga's down".