Fresh in the game, still see it as a blessin', the same Hundred thousand 'round my neck for the chain Tryna go out like a vet in the game Put respect on my name No security, I flex with gang I'm a real one Reminiscin' about all my decisions Embracin' the way of livin', I was runnin' through the field dumb Couple niggas disrespected, we done killed them Keep a shooter, they don't see he my lil' one 30 shots, we ain't into using lil' guns Nigga talkin' like he know me, he my real son Rap beef, fuck the cap, I'ma drill some Put the glizzy to your melon make you feel dumb Headshot, all black he don't feel nothin' Couple hollows to his back, we done filled 'em Headshot, or a life long sentence What you need for them to label you a real one
"𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓" / 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐎 𝐆.
— Welcome human ! this is a Polo G fanfic. If you ARE NOT GOING TO READ OR BE ACTIVE IN THIS BOOK, PLEASE DON'T ADD IT. As for copyright, if I find out anyone else is copying me or the book, I will gladly put your kneecaps in a blender and afterwards feed them to you. 𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲— Mani 💕
—𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 ~ if you cannot handle certain topics, don't waste your time. { sex, guns/gun violence, maybe death, and physical encounters }
—𝐁𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐅𝐔𝐋 ~ all I beg of you is mindfulness, and RESPECT when it comes to commenting.
Thanks.
𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐢𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 —
" WHEN THE STARS ALIGN "
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𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌. 𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒
— "The pink print" — ________________________
"Negro—" I started, as Taurus punched my arm.
"Aye, I gotta get going though." He said chuckling.
"Me too." I said as I stood up, noticing the agitating sunlight on my forehead. I sighed, it's so hot.
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"Where were you Raji ?" My mother and aunt questioned as soon as I walked in.
"Oh, I just went to get...icecream." I lied.
She squinted her eyes,
" you weren't with that Polo boy, by any chance ?" My aunt questioned.
