#ima cryin ass nigga

[krizirobb]

its hilarious to me how often lestat is brought to tears because SAME KING! HE JUST LIKE ME FR!

[kingchauncey]

A story how me and my friend almost got caught high.

My friend:“ayo chaunce.”

Me:“yea?”

My Friend:“you wanna smoke some smarties??” *smirks*

Me:“bruh hell no my mama gon smell that shit”

My friend:“cmon dude we havent dont that since we was kids”

Me:“ight fine but if i get my ass beat im blockin you” *grabs candy box from top of closet*

My friend:“YESSIRRRRR”

Me:“ight here” *tosses him a smartie*

*after we crushed the smarties*

My friend:“wanna see sum cool?”

Me:“ye”

My Friend:“trust me” *pulls lighter out from pocket*

Me:”bro wtf you doin??” *stands up*

My Friend:” guess whattttt” *pulls bag out*

Me:”BRUH”

My Friend:”I GOT SUM W33333DDDDDD!!!!”

Me:”SHUT YO STUPID ASS UP” *smacks head*

My Friend:”ight ight chill” *rolls blunt*

Me:”Hell nah bruh we aint doin that shit”

My Friend:”you seem stressed my dude..take a blunt” *chuckles*

Me:”you bout to get me caught”

My Friend:”so you wanna smoke it??” *takes a hit of blunt*

Me:”....man...HELL YEA”

*after a while*

Me:”man...” *looks over at my friend*

My Friend:”dont look at me mf” *rolls eyes*

My Momma:”CHAUNCEY CMERE”

Me:”COMIN! Bro be honest..do i look high” *looks at my friend or at least tries to*

My Friend:”....uhh..NAH 12″ *high asf*

Me:”ight.” *walks downstairs*

My Momma:”Boy ik you heard me callin yo ass” *turns around to look at me*

*me lookin at her hazily*

My Momma:”boy what the hell wrong with you? what yall doin up there??” *squishes my face in her hands*

Me:”Nun..” *blinks slowly*

My Momma:” why yo eyes red?” *now thinkin sum is actually wrong with me*

Me:”i was um..Cryin” *smiles nervously*

My Momma:”damn you was cryin bad bad..” *huggin my tightly*

Me:”ye”

*walks back upstairs*

My Friend:”What good shawty” *talkin to a sock*

Me:”Nigga lets go to sleep before she walk in here” *walks over to corner*

My Friend:”air the room out bro...Nah dats my friend chauncey dont mind him bby girl” *still talkin to a mf sock*

Me:”shawty bad not gon cap bro” 

My Friend:”NIGGA BACK UP OFF HER SHE DONT WANT YOU THOMAS”

Me:”SHARE NIGGA”

*my momma busts into the room*

*both of us lookin at my momma*

My momma:”WHAT THE HELL YALL YELLIN FOR-..Why is it so hot in here- was both of yall cryin??” *lookin at us sniffin the air*

Me:”ye...goin thru sum emotional stuff rn..”

My Friend:”What...- oh ye we was cryin..”

My Momma:”okay..Yall smell a smoke smell??” *turns the celing fan on*

Me And My Friend:”Nahh..”

*my momma leaves the room*

Me:”ima go to sleep cuz”

My Friend:”Sleeppppp??? SLEEP??” 

Me:”YES NIGGA ITS 4 IN THE MF MORNIN TF”*lays on the floor thinkin its my bed*

My Friend:”Ight g whatever” *lays on the trashcan*

*End of the story. we still friends to this day. and when i woke up my head was hurtin but lemme know if you want sum more stories or whatever*

[lancesummers]

Rest In Peace to my brother. Shit don't even feel right to say yo, like this shit a bad dream or somethin. Been my nigga ever since high school yo. I remember y'all come up to campus from the medical school for practice and shit and I use to always get on you bout them faded ass scrubs y'all use to have to wear . They was so nasty lol. And the days where you was rocking them crusty ass dreads like every nigga at DV lol. All the way back to the college days, plugging me wit all the Alpha parties and how lit they use to be. Looking back I wish I could do it all over again. It's like you grow up wit ya people, and you have the future down to a blueprint. Getting our degrees, pursuing professional careers, getting married, having kids. We had it all figured out yo. Sad reality says otherwise. Use to post up on the bench at school, peepin each and every shorty that was looking to get chose. They wasn't fuckin wit ya ugly ass at all lol. Man those was the days bra. Shit was a lot simpler back then. You wasn't suppose to be there bra, not you yo. To everyone out there, man the senseless violence gotta come to a end yo. A lot of people just frontin yo. Acting like they from the street and shit. The streets ain't got no type of love. And they taking the innocent yo. You ain't "that nigga" just cause you can pull a trigger. Shit got me cryin like a mf yo. I'm there bra, bout to make it wit this hoop shit. And Ima do it for us. Watch over me yo. I got too many homies in the dirt over dumb shit. Long live young Folarin. Ima do it for us and the rest of us who ain't gonna see it. I got you😢

[bedevtripper]

Ive returned from the dead in a real sense

I done lost it all got it back a billion times, sittin in the county wishin i could chief a dime People trynna kill me. i almost caught a bullet, nigga tested me i grabbed the gun and told his ass to pull it And im still here. Man fuck it im still here. all you muh fuckas really thought the kyd would dissapear boy i made outta cell, sold tobacco in the jail, all the bitches i was stickin put dat money mail I got niggas thatll leave ya holy send ya ass to hell jam me up again then ima slap a cracka with the bail, Ima hustle grind an eat til entire my body stale My whole gang stuntin put my boy up on the hoe who you cuffin Super glue ya safe shut cuz boy i do them run ins Hungry for that money, ima come an take ya onions Ima crash test dummy my whole city know im stuntin im pimpin, my paycheck come from bitches you was fuckin You shootin or you duckin? Rosa parks, i be bussin Niggas wish that i was bluffin mix my hennessey with tussin Now im swervin in that coupe i grew up as a goof But Now im Ballin on these niggas hangin from the hoop Percs on the percs all my hoes put in work Keep a 40 in her purse do her dirt then pull off skrt do my dirt an pull off clean, n i aint peepin out the screen On probation with the paper stackin an im pissin clean I aint messin with stove, but my flow rocked up Took a Vacation, betchu wishin i was locked up I was sellin bling, they aint think that i was man enoughup Nigga started squeezin its a blessin that im standin up Nigga im invincible yo cash invisible Take a pic or two or flip a brick Its an animal inside of me an ima pop a xan an feed Hurtin for the money you could say that i was really bleedin I know niggas took a chance an now they bittin thru it I just do it, when i spit you know im spewin out the fluid Where the finish line, i see it, now im runnin through it All these niggas runnin from they problems i be runnin to its So Fuck trynna flip a brick, nigga ima drip, Got my name from sellin mushrooms, i forever trip house aint got enough rooms, i been on my shit I wanna put momma in a mansion where she own the shit I aint ever been licked iont got a banger I was always taught to kick a door in like im kramer I was always taught to spray a car like im a painter Ice cold like im chillin inside the refrigerator Comparin you to me like a cow to a alligator Ill throw piss in a cup in the face of a fuckin hater I be on probotion you think bro aint got that banger If You fuckin with us he gone leave your body wit a krater All my niggas hungry all my niggas get a plate I was Facin 5 years and now im free im feelin great Every single other local rapper pussy or they fake If i try to conversate they gon studder they gone shake They been trynna stick a nigga for the money that i make Thas why i keep that toaster if its bout that bread you getin baked got yo bitch in my kitchen scrapin dope off a plate Country nigga in the middle of the field is where i stay I go def if you broke or if you talkin on the wrong shit Po wanna send me to the pound on my dog shit Niggas started cryin when they heard that i was gettin out Hustle grind eat is what the HGE about Niggas started cryin when they heard that i was gettin out