"Good looks." I nodded at yo, taking my phone back. "......."
"you heard me though stupid?" Tada nudged me faintly.
"Yea dummy.."
"-Like right after km died? forreal?. Niggas starting to get cruddy as shit."
"On fooly niggas been cruddy. I saw lor yo talking to sonny yesterday-onna lowkey tip." I confessed.
"..."
"We gotta spend da bin." I clinched my jaw, glancing elsewhere-catching shakur coming back out the store in time .. "I'm not going for this shit."
"Let's go talk to tony later."
I nodded, "Fuck the court dummy. I'm going home." killed a nigga whole mood.
"Real shit. I feel you brova. Shit not worth it."
"Get onna game." I texted my bm back, "Ain't leaving out for a bop."
"Ard, ima go around to the laundromat first."
"Stay dangerous."
He covered his eyes ...
ears...
then his mouth ;
finishing with a dap up
"......" Clutching ma's keys tightly in my right hand, making way over to the white dodge. Frankie raised his hand upon seeing me . .
Squinting my eyes in the hot-bright beaming sun "...." , I nodded once i got a good look at who he was around
young niggas and a grown ass bitch nigga.
"..Bout' time y'all made it in ain't it?!"
"they good!." Yadda shot back, shooting me a slight glare "I got it from here son!"
"Niggas dying bonehead!." I yelled back , "play it smart if you got it!" getting in the drivers side of the car.
fuck wrong wit em?
"..." Pulling off i saw no trace of shakur any more, a thought of circling around the block before going straight home coming to my head. Niggas ain't rey bake my cake
Reaching up to turn the radio on, Another message from my bm rang out.
Acmaxi. -
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