Alaan - Kevin Story

Once upon a time not long ago
There was a nigga name Kev
He was from the four
Had respect amongst all
From the young and old
He was a real jackboy so he hardly stole
Been in the field since a youngin
Fuck them X's and O's
Created a gang was just eleven years old
Started out with running into family homes
Was just trying to get fly
He hated hand me down clothes
He would rally up his men
Just to go hit them gogo's
Used to wear some shell toes
All his socks had big holes
Was born with weight up on his shoulders
So he always been swole
Four brothers three sisters everybody had a roll
He was the middle child
So when he had got a pole
He ain't let nobody know
Because he ain't really trust a soul
Would always get advice
From people he ain't really know
He grew up and started stepping
Some say it stunted his growth
He started rapping
Because he felt like he a was realer
Than the most but no lie brag or boast
He was the realist man I know
Say he was hard to calm down
Once it's up murder she wrote
Older brother great at hustling
Teach him all that he know
People thought that they was twins
Since they both was Leo's
But Kev was always quick to
Take on all of the smoke
They had some pressure with some niggas
Cross the street that wasn't a joke
He could've went a different route
But had specific street goals
He even had some college men
They tried to get him to enroll
Had a bro out North Carolina
One out Florida and the O
But he was focused on that power
Needed guns hoes and dough
Ever since
He was a youngin
When they all
Would shovel snow
And now them same lil niggas
Got them pounds for the low
Oh yeah and I forgot to say that
Kev and Drake was super close
I kind of wish he would've signed
That rap check to OVO
But he was quick to bus a hit before a show
His ski mask for when shit out of control
Two straps a four o and slug nose
Someone don't get the picture
Then he make them strike a pose
Like say cheese
This a stick up for the bros
Carried hisself just like a boss
Would bus stains in Hugo
But one night he hit a lick
But it was something he ain't know
He got a brand new bed
At a brand new home
With a brand new mind
And a brand new soul
Because that night would meet his match
But he won't go out like a hoe

Written by:
Jonathan Bell

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