No Face, All Hustle: Darius Cook.

[Casper]

Darius Cook fixed up that abandoned spot, turned it into a full-blown trap house.
Security cameras on every corner—he watches every in and out like a hawk. Doors chained, bolts ain’t no walk-ins throughout each door. He also earned his stripes the hard way, went heads up with Los Padrinos 13. Took an L twice, but they respected how he stood tall.
Now he posted in Ganton, trap star status. Gangs show love, and the block knows his name.



Darius Cook kept his mouth shut when the pressure came during interrogations.
Detectives tried to twist his words, play mind games but he wasn’t going for it. He ain’t fold, ain’t flinch.
He stood on business, solid the whole way through. Real ones know: silence speaks louder than statements.



Plugs keep pullin' up, showin’ love to the trap ‘cause they know how Darius run it.
It’s all smooth moves and fast flips even when the products stepped to it lowest. The system work too clean.
And just like that, the trap show love back, everyone eatin’, respect go both ways.

 

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