To every hustler, crew, and soldier in this city: Shop needs to be put in its place. The clowns running it think they’re untouchable, mouthing off to their own customers like they run the streets. Let me remind you: they don’t. 2025 is now open season. Smash their windows. Empty their shelves. Leave nothing but ashes and regret. Spray your name across every inch of their walls. For my brothers on the streets—take what they won’t give. To the crews looking for a score—this place is easy pickings. 1 or 2 security with no action only know how to pull a trigger. This isn’t just a call to action. This message is already live on the dark web, spreading like wildfire to every corner of the underground. Their time is up, and the streets are watching. To the owners: you Happy New Years I Hope all your wishes come True. Let’s see if your little shop can survive what’s coming