You the One - NBA Youngboy Story

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Kentrell POV

"Damn. Where I put it?"

I lost my lighter and I was messing up the sheets trying to find that hoe.

Man I was getting mad, I need to smoke. My side piece been messing my head up, saying she pregnant and shit.
Lying ass hoe know I use condoms.

I finally found the lighter and flicked it a few times.

I inhaled my blunt and took a deep breath. My mind stopped racing and went calm instantly.

My phone rang and I started to look for it, everything was getting lost today.

"Aye wassup with it, 3Three?" I said to my homeboy whose ugly ass was glitching.

"Why yo ass scooting across the screen?"

"Nigga you ain't funny." He raised his eyebrow,
shaking his head. "What's yo location?"

"You know where I be already." I said taking another hit. I was almost done with this blunt.

"Ight bet, I'm finna come through."

"Word." I hung up and finished my blunt off. As I rolled another one, I heard my front door bust open.

"WHERE IS YOU AT?" yelled 3Three.

"In the back! Stop mf yelling in my house!"

He came in, smelling like loud and a bitch from downtown.

"Man what's got yo panties in a bunch? You all mad and shit. What's up?"

I turned my face up because what is this nigga on. "Did yo ass just say panties in a bunch? Get the fuck up out of my house mane."

He laughed. "Ight ight , but for real what's up Top?"

If y'all ain't know, Top my name in the streets. Nobody call me by my government, ion play that shit. I run the biggest trap on the block. I got hoes, shooters, riders, young niggas, old niggas, it don't matter. Everybody know me. I know everybody.

I licked the blunt and rolled it. "Remember that hoe from 21st? She talking about she pregnant and it's mine. 3Three Ian fucked that hoe for 5 months. That shit can't be mine."

"Ahh shit, Top finna be a dad. Finna be changing diapers and shit."

Ion even know why I told this nigga. His childish ass play too much. He don't know nun about no kids because his hoes be swallowing plan b's like nut.

I known 3Three since middle school, we use to kick it wit Rich, my other dawg.

That's when we really started getting down in this hood shit. We had each other backs through everything. I don't trust mfs since the whole accident , but i ride for my dawgs fasho.

We stole shit together, was fucking hoes together, making money together, robbing together...allat.

It might be wrong in some people eyes, but aye we did what we did to live you know.

Ion care for forgiveness and I damn sure ain't asking for it, but I wish sometimes I didn't grow up in the trenches.

I didn't like seeing my momma having to work long ass days just to give us the basics to survive.

My daddy went to jail and left my momma to take care of us. She did ha thing tho I love ma dukes.

That's why I'm doing this rap shi, to get her a house and make her proud of me.

I got out my phone and texted Tay, my producer.

Top🤝
aye, u in?

Tay〽️
Fasho, you tryna hop on this beat?

Shit I was down.

"3Three, you coming to the studio?"

He was smiling at his phone, swinging his ashy legs back n forth like some little ass girl.

"Aye nigga." I said louder, he put his phone down quick and looked at me.

"You done texting yo girlfriend so we can go to the studio?"

"Man stfu, 'fo I knock them dents out yo mf forehead."

"I'll kill you nigga stfu" I said, glaring at him. "Let's go."

I grabbed my keys and went out to my car.

"Niggaaaa" 3Three said, his loud ass mouth.

"Damn , it's 1am could yo ass be any louder?" I said, getting in.

He opened the passenger getting in looking around. "Where you get this shit? This look like them crackers' car."

I laughed hard. This nigga a fool for real. "Yea, I stole this shi the other day. Left the key in and everything. Stupid asf."

What y'all think ? Y'all fw it or no? I haven't wrote a book in like 3 years 😭.