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Yo what up.

Homies call me, Charizzle.

"Charizzle."

The nigga that rolls up when the hood calls mah name.

Don't matter when. Don't matter where.

Any time of the day, imma show up.

And with the help of you, my partner in crime.

We'll mow those chumps down and roll in the cash.

Reputation. Street cred. $$$. Pussy game. Swagger.

Every time the ghetto recognizes mah presence.

You know who's in town.

"Charizzle."

...

But uh...

You and I can't compare.

Yo SOUL is fulla some messed up shit, yo.

There's a reason you stick around these projects.

There's a reason you make the block fear yo name.

Nigga.

You are loaded with some wack drugs and shit, I would assume.

Huh.

I cut that shit after a bad trip years ago.

Anyhow.

Next time you wanna hustle the streets again.

I would try a different approach.

Now.

Let's ditch this broke-ass neighborhood and roll on to the next.





❤ YEAH, LET'S ROLL WHO THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU ARE?





That's what I'm talking 'bout.

You really are mah P.I.C.

We gonna run the streets dry forever, won't we?