Dope Nigga (BxB)

16• Cash Flow

Hey y'all I am so sorry for this LATE ass update and to the people that took time out their day to text me and see when I'm updating my bad yall 😩 I give y'all full consent to cuss my ass out next time I take that long.

This may be the longest chapter I ever wrote and I didn't even mean for it to be this long. Plus it's barely edited 🧍🏽‍♀️

I hope y'all enjoy again I'm sorry 😩🖤

Sincere in the media.
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Sincere POV

   I don't know what the fuck was up with Santana it been a week since he first started acting out and this nigga was on a downward spiral in life.

We was just good, Didn't get in no fights, he ain't been on no drugs but I guess as soon as it finally hit him he can't do coke no more he turned into a entire different person.

   I always wondered why he was always by hisself like he a cool ass nigga, got money, really with the shit. You would think he would have friends or atleast family that wanna be around him because he a solid ass person.

  It's because he crazy as fuck and not just regular crazy I think he actually got a mental illness. I don't know shit about that type of stuff but just being around this nigga his mind ain't function like a regular human. It can't just be the drugs because now that he sober it's starting to get worst.

"Santana get the fuck up we need to discuss this money shit where is we finna keep all this because it can't stay here" It was a little over 400k. I had already came with my two duffle bags of money that I been collecting over the years and after selling all that coke for Santana and paying my niggas they cut I had a little over 500k not even including Santana half. All it took was for 1 nigga to rob Santana and my life savings would be gone, I couldn't trust that and it ain't like I could just put this much in no bank so I needed to figure out where the fuck we was gone keep it.

  On top of that I gotta pick up my son today and find a place for us to stay because he can't be around this nigga.

I opened the curtains and flicked on the room lights. I stood over him and pulled the cover from over his head and he stared at me with a angry ass mug.

  "I don't know we gone talk about it later can you move?" He snatched the cover and turned over with a funky ass attitude. He been sleep the past 3 days, hasn't got out the bed to pee, eat or shower. Every time I try to wake him up he mad, I can't deal with this shit no more.

       "Bro I'm not finna play with you get the fuck up and eat something, if you need to go get medicine from somewhere we can do that too" At first I thought he was just dope sick but this nigga was full on having withdrawals after only 3 days of being sober. He was sweating hard, the sheets and covers were soaked. He was going through that shit bad and I never even knew he was that addicted to the shit until now. I don't feel bad for the nigga because if he kept his nose clean in the first place he wouldn't be in this predicament now.

  "I don't need food, I've been laying here for 3 days contemplating if I should just say fuck it and get high, please take this" He sat up and started fumbling for something under his pillow. He pulled out a bag of coke and held it out to me.

I snatched it.
"You need to get yo shit together for real"

  He wasn't even a functional addict this nigga get high, sober up then go into a stupid ass depression. I was starting to realize more and more Santana didn't really have a life. I'm surprised he lasted so long now living by hisself. He can't cook, he make the worst decisions everytime. He seemed to me like one of them people that needed supervision 24/7 maybe he like that from all the time he did.