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i am glad so many of u showed interst in this kind of rp but the kid found his loving mother🥰 🤣🤣

looking for a female prostitute to rp as a mother for a 15 y/o white kid

"Ayy, today was a damn marathon in the lab, whipping up that fiyah! Had those pots bubblin', cookin' up that dope like a damn maestro. And then out on them streets, movin' that product like a boss. Ain't nobody doin' it like us, man. We runnin' this game from the kitchen to the block. Another day, another hustle, straight stackin' those bills, homie."

"Yo, check it out, social media's my hustle playground now. I'm sliding into DMs like it's nobody's business, setting up deals left and right. It's like having my own corner on every block without even leaving my crib. And let me tell you, the rush of making those connections, setting up deals, and watching the cash stack up—it's straight-up addictive, man.

"Ay, you know how Fifty Cent rolls, right? He said it best: 'Hell yeah, I take coins. Shoot, I'd even take pennies if that's all a fiend had.' It's like that out here, man. We gotta stay flexible, keep the hustle alive. Ain't no shame in my game. If it's cash, it spends. Simple as that. We're in the business of making money, no matter the form it comes in. Gotta stay on top of our game, adapt to the streets. That's how we stay winning."

"We ain't sittin' around waitin' for them fiends to come to us, nah. We out here hustlin', huntin' 'em down ourselves. We go-gettas, we make our own moves, ain't waitin' on nobody."

"Yo, y'all think slingin' dope's just a damn party, but when stuff goes south, that's when you start feelin' real scared, feel me? Ain't all glitz and glamour out here, it's survival mode when it hits the fan."

keepin the youngsters fed, makin sho the hood eatin

takin care of hoods economy

steppin up in the street scene

hookin up the hood with the finest

deeez pigs always hatin on a young succesfull negroo

I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope I got P's, coke, and some killas at the do' Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow What you need bro, is to fuck wit' yo boy

young street nigga servin everybody i ain't got to know you, yk a nigga got it i don't give a fuk all i see is profit