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Life happens when you wake up hustling Based on a true story Written by Wāli b aka Wāli Bascoe I sat next to Alicia and Kourtney and they were my fake wives inside joke and we talked after school every day. I would try to fuck with other girls, but they were would be my focus. Kourtney would always say to me Baba “ I saw you” when she catches me engaged with otter women. It was a great pain to see them with otter niggas, but I kept it all the way real with all these women. Hopeful it pays off one day when I get a wife and a family one day. One thing I can say is it don’t get me in my feelings like heroin honey say fuck ya feeling though. We all pulled up on lil china’s house after graduation everyone brought their own weed and blunts. A smoke session for the ages. I almost got into a fight that a heated argument but the lil nigga aren’t wont no smoke with me. I was in a fifteen people smoke out rotation with like thirty blunts in the air. A silent stoner moment for high times magazine. My big bro Mitch threw a weed brunch with like a half a pound of green Mary jane. I heard it was weed in the drink, food, and blunts food like; macron chess, cookies, greens, brownies, waffles, cake and niggas got so high they had hot flashes like menopause. Wish I could still smoke, but me and Mary jane broke up she be having a young nigga tweaking true story. See Nao fucked with da Mob, and TPC he was a capo. His lil bro Mainor, Rey Rey, G hood was my patnas since we were young ins. Though I fucked with the burgundy side with niggas like; coach carter, Heard, and south Mac. Between the females, cliques, gangs, lil niggas, and big dawgs da crew was solid. Just a whole bunch of gang shit but I’m neutral. My older brother Spanish Bascoe told me a long time ago he’d kill me if I started gang banging. When I told him Hundit was trying to recruit me? Fuck all dat doe my big bro Bingo said you know where home is don’t you when I told him 274 was trying recruit me. Real nigga shits da streets show Wali b Hella love from the bitties to the hitters. Zoot gang what da hood bleed dat my boy. Wait to shed dem tears let me hold your sleeve mam