Kevo Story

This is a story about Kevo and munchi

They use to hang together

Different hoods two different gangs but use to bang together

Kevos house was across the tracks with the GD's

Rolled trees every morning at my pops, he would see me

True gangster he never had too use the Blick in his pants

Teenager but still would whip the ass of grown man.

There would never be another

No there never be another

To yo little brother Aaron, they replace yo brother

Grew up with our fathers, still a product of mothers

I was blessed in with my brothers

Banging 4 corner hustlers

When my brothers went to college

Kevin boozer was my brother

I told my boy I got yo back, we would look out for eachother

He was known to slang that crack, I was known to keep a pack

Two times time I took a L

Kevo, rolled and took it back

I was known for beats and rap

He was known to keep a strap

If the ops would cross the tracks

We was known to 113 every body gave him dap

Pants sagging with a limp to the left he cooked his hat

You know gangsters in Chicago by we cock our hata

As youngster it was fun, should have known it was a trap

Met munchie across tracks serving packs but never mind

That was years ago , youwhen we use to hoop on 11-9

Grimmy **** and light skinned, lived with uncles and his cousins was Hype men

Dirty house

With bad chick's how his nights end

I met munchie across the tracks serving packs, but never mind,

That was years ago when we used to hoop on 11-9

Grimey **** light skinned, lived with his uncles, his cousin were Hype men

Pit bulls, bad chick's how his nights end

I guess kevo figured out that munchie had all the hoes

But even back then GDs wasn't supposed to hang out with foes

He lived on they side of the tracks and all the gangsters would know

Even tho he was the ops they always left him alone

Him and munchie had an alliance but loyalty ain't everything

Cuz, for the almighty dollar it was money over everything

The bagged and served rocks together

Ran from the cops together

As the old saying goes, birds of a father, flock together

Kevo and munchie start beating heard it was over a chick

Don't know the details, but someone put they hand his sis

Munchie always talking tough and started running his lips, about what he gone do to kevo as he funded his fist

Wrong move, kevo was young but as a gangster old school

Got every n**** out the trails returned with his whole crew

Brought every **** out his house even his uncles and cousin

The definition of a jumping camera with more then a dozen

Munchie couldn't take that L, toss and turning in his bed

The next morning on the porch with revenge in his head

Seen kevo walking across the tracks

Munchie reached for the led

Kevo tried to shake and move and caught one up in the leg

He put his hands up Siad you got me

But Munchie wouldn't hear it, took the 12 gage and put it to the back of his head

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