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Dwayne P.O.V.I hopped ova a nearby fence and ran as fast as I could. Da way I was runnin you would think I was on da track team.
I breathed heavily and hopped ova anotha gate. I hid behind a brick building and looked around, seein if I had lost da cops.
I sighed in relief as I shouldered my Versace bookbag full of drugs. I fixed my sagged black skinny jeans, white fitted shirt, black leather jacket, gold chain and my all black Timberlands.
I started walkin toward da trap house which was only a few blocks away.
"Ayo!" A man yelled drawin my attention.
"Wassup, Cole!" I yelled back at my main customer.
"Ya got summin?" He asked while walkin towards me.
"Nah man, dis a drop." I said referrin ta da duffle bag.
"Well lemme know when I could hol' summin, aight?" He said backin towards da corner.
"I gotchu my nig." I said continuin ta walk.
Suddenly I felt somethin vibrate in my pocket. My phone. I pulled out my HTC One m8 and answered without lookin at da calla ID.
Phone convo:
?: wazzam, my number 1 sella? Ya got it?
Me: yeah, I got it. I'm headin ya way right now.
?: ya didn't get caught by any pigs did ya?
Me: hell nah, dey didn't get me. I think dey was tryna set us up or summin.
?: yeah, after dis no mo business wit dem. At least until we know fo show dey ain't tryna get us caught.
Me: aight man whateva. I'll be dere in 10.I hung up and pulled my headbuds out. I den plugged dem inta my phone and played 'Blah Blah Blah' by Rich Homie Quan.
(Skippin to when he is finally at da trap house...)
I walked up da driveway and took a deep breathe. I put my head up looked at da clear dark blue sky of Atlanta, Georgia. I remember bein so clueless of dis cruel world, I saw da blood shed from my momma head and it changed me. Da cold body of my fatha, da last breathe of my sista...yeah I saw and felt it all. Da only person ion know what happened ta was my twin brotha.
I slowly put my head down, realizin my fucked up life and walked up ta da front door of da medium sized house.
I took my earbuds and knocked at da door.
After 5 minutes, da "security" came ta da door.
"What's da password?" He asked in a deep voice behind da chained door.
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Living As A Maraj(Adopted by Nicki Minaj Story)
FanficAt da age of 6 I saw my whole family killed. I ran from da adoption centers and lived on my own since. Did I tell ya my name? Should I? Minus well, I don't have anything ta lose. My name is Dwayne Rodgers and dis is da story of how I became a Maraj.