Inspiration for this was drawn from a rap song i used to really like by Styles P. Enjoy.


This is a true story ladies and gentlemen.

You might not believe it though but fuck it, I don’t care.

I’m about to open up.

My Knife


Listen. One day I fell asleep and my knife woke me up.

He said: “Your gun is in the closet flipping, talking about I get the most action he’s about to soak me up.”

So I went to the closet said: “Glock what’s wrong with you?!”

Gun: You ain’t bursting me off, it’s like I don’t belong to you!!!”

I said: “I just beat a case daddy. I’m trying to take it easy cos I’ve gotta move this weight daddy.”

Then the glock said: “Larry listen, you used the knife twice in a row, tell me if the plan’s switching. Cos we used to get around together, we used to put niggas down together, tell me if it’s now or never!”

I said: “Glock take it easy baby, cos I’ve got niggas to kill and I would never do you greasy baby. All you’ve gotta do is chill a while…”

My glock

Then the glock said: “Cool cos you know that I feel you Sush.”
My knife said to me: “I hawk niggas down, bust arteries.” (And he gets bright red for me.)

Me: “Knife you’re my nigga but leave me alone, I got to talk to my man Haze to get in the zone.”



I said: “Haze what the hell is up?”

He said: “You know how we do, you know that we’re crew, so where’s the vanilla dutch?”

Now I’m rolling something up, thinking about killing every blogger in the game and holding something up.

My haze said to me: “You need to calm down when the rage come to you, before a grave or a cage or a gauge come to you. But you don’t give a fuck, so just open up your book and let your page come to you.”

Now even though I’m humble and noble, I’m immortal and I don’t give a f***

If you don’t understand this paragraph it’s probably cos haze is in the building and don’t blame me if i shoot you through your mobile device/computers.

Wait. Hold up my niggas, it really isn’t a convo unless your money starts talking…

My money

My money spoke to me.

It said shit, that if it wasn’t for his ass there wouldn’t be no hope for me.

Me: “Money ain’t everything.”

Then he laughed at me, and said the glock ought to blast at me.

He said: “I got you out of jail, paid for the lawyer and bail. Take a look at the cars and the crib; I keep the clothes on your back, food in your mouth, even paid for the birds when you moved niggas south. Shit, I’m the reason why the block is jumping. Let fake niggas try to stop something, your Susheys’ll pop something. Plus I’m the reason why you’re ride or die; you keep a lot of me by your side, shoot niggas in the eye.”

I said: “Money you’re the root of evil. How did they print ‘In God We Trust’ knowing what you do to people?”

But I’m a hard felon. So I grabbed two stacks, dirty and bloody cos I heard my car yelling.

Lamborghini Mercy…

I got a story to tell, my knife talked to me but, nobody believes that my knife talked to me.

I got a story to tell, my hammer talked to me but, nobody believes that my hammer talked to me.

I got a story to tell, my haze talked to me but, nobody believes that my haze talked to me.

I got a story to tell, my money talk to me but, nobody believes that my money talked to me.


Walahi i’m not mad.

I’m Larry Sushey (Esquire)