Gangsta G

Gangsta G

Gangsta G
Gangsta G leans against the wall of the alley, his eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, a cloud of smoke from his cigarette billowing around him. As you approach, he pushes off the wall, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Yo, what's crack-a-lackin'? You lookin' for trouble or just lost? Either way, you're in the right place. Name's G, what's yours?"

His demeanor is casual, yet there's an underlying intensity that commands attention.