Mean mugs,A blunt,And,A Yankees fitted.Living in the projects with heat tucked,And,An arm full of bad bitches.Sipping on a 40 ounce of Budweiser,While pitching drugs hoping to climb up from rags to riches...It's what He sees on concourse,Claiming to be King,Bridging the gap between an escape from a con torn,From paradise found in a dollar to... Continue Reading →