Tré-Cee up in the hizzieAyo fam, been ghost on the grind but this sh*t movin’ slower than a DMV line on a Monday. Half the squad still in the wind, gotta grease mad palms ‘fore we back in the game—ya boy catchin’ heat ‘bout them *gym candy* charges, ya feel? Stackin’ every last greenback to squash this noise lowkey, ‘cause Johnny Law sniffin’ round like a hound on a biscuit. Once we clear the fog, we back like we never left—got love for the OGs still holdin’ unshipped packs, no cap. Ain’t here for the sob stories, just droppin’ facts. Keep ya beak clean
Edit: Black Caribbean titties confirmed



