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This character thread follows the story of Keyvon "BGF BREEZY" Crawford

Still the kings of LS

I joined a faction called Valenti in 2010 when I was a teenager. Everyone called them elitists, thought they were overrated and that they will die off at some point. What I found was a tight knight group of people who formed true friendships and managed to stick together for an unthinkable period of time. Through server closures, reopenings, faction being forcibly shut down by the administration at that time, you name it. Nothing ever truly brought this group down. I left for over 10 years and moved on with life. Last year when LSRP reopened I decided to give it one last go for as long as this lasts. I found the same friends I had over 10 years ago and it felt and still feels like not a single day has gone by since I had left. Nothing will ever kill this group.

Breezy Soprano 88 keys I'm in the trap playing piano

Big breezy da mobbsta 🔥🔥

Satriale's Pork Store | Buck Teeth Lagos

Gun Pick Up

Wise Guys | IcePick Kells

Overcrowding issue | Planned assassination

Horrace is one of the best people ever, solid RP

(Ain't nobody fuckin' with the OGs).

Too Big For His Shoes | The Cartel's Friend

Too Old School | No Makings Of A Varsity Atlethe

Unc N Em INC | Denver Lane

This character thread follows the story of Keyvon "BGF BREEZY" Crawford

Fear And Loathing in Las Vegas | Weapons trafficking

Shortage | Baltimore Connect

BGF Breezy / Breezy The Snowman

Getting made | Start of Paid N Laid

RIP Joey

Idlewood Flat

Azalea Street Apartment Furnished over this interior:

WIP - Temple House

Horace “OG Horse” Williams was born in Idlewood and came up during the late eighties and early nineties. The streets were hard back then. His mother worked nights trying to keep a roof over their heads. His father wasn’t around. The neighborhood became his teacher. He started work at a small garage, cleaning floors and learning engines. That’s where he found his real lane. He had a gift for cars. Over time he built a name for himself in the growing car scene. Imports were coming in from Japan, muscle cars were being rebuilt, and people were gathering at night to race through industrial zones and long empty highways. He became one of the first faces in Los Santos’ growing car scene in the nineties. Horace had a son named Darnell. Darnell was shot and killed in a drive-by at nineteen. That loss changed Horace forever. Now in his late forties, Horace is still active in the scene. He often shows up at night meets and backstreet runs. Horace brings a lot of young racers in, gives them garage time, and teaches them how to build a car from the ground up.