Spanky looked down from the towers he grew up in and reflected on how far he’d come in his life. From a baby hopper to a corner boy, from hustler to the top soldier of his crew. He was King of this small kingdom now. But he wasn’t above owning any bodies. He never forgot about all the people who stepped tewww him over the years. Even if someone was fucking dumb enough to offer advice on how he should run his crew, you know, he’d try and be all humble and shit at first, maybe think on it for a quick minute, and then he’d shoot that cunt in the face. Bitch please, who you talking to??