The Comeback

Chapter 8

What......

I called him and he picked up the first ring.

"Wassup Hollywood. You should be in bx its a movie moe." G said

"He's dead?" I asked

"Yeah man everybody celebrating my nigga. Why you sound sad." He said

"Who did it." I said calm.

"Man why you worried about all that. Oh and while I'm think yo old ho said call her she got something to tell you. She had a baby too nigga." He said

To say my heart stop was an understatement. I knew who is was talking about. I fought her ex hints why I got locked up. We use to mess with each other and then we just decided to be friends. She called me crying saying that she told her boyfriend/baby daddy she was pregnant and he started beating on her.

"Ight. Uhh you say y'all celebrating where ddawg know he there."I said. He got hella quiet.

"G you hear me." I said.

"Ddawg killed og and turned his self in." He said.

My world came crashing down. My childhood best friend could be facing a murder charge because of me. We made a deal if one of us killed og we won't call or visit each other. I didn't think he was actually planning to do it. He told me that a long time ago he said if ever did it don't come see him. He older then me by two years so he could get treated like an adult in the case.

"You good top?" He asked

"Yeah imma call you." I said hang up and tryna find my mama. I found her on her phone in the living room.

"Ma ddawg killed og." I said. Well it came out more of a whisper than anything but I know she heard me.

"Oh my god let me call his grandma." She said getting up to call her. She gave me a hug and told me to stay put. I pulled out my phone to call Bey.

"Hey Bey can I get into a studio tomorrow." I said as soon as she pickied up

Time skip

"Why you wanted to come to the studio on a off day." Bey said with a tried look on here face

"You didn't have to come I just wanted to be in the studio." I said looking away from the computer.

"Well to bad imma be here I am your manager you know." She said drinking coffee. I just shrugged and went to the microphone and started rapping

Aye, Free Choppa Boy
Aye, Free Choppa Boy, bitch
Rip Boosilla
(Dj Swift on the track)
Rip Big Dump
(Mook Got the keys jumpin')
Slime in this pent, bitch
Bitch, I got .45 Glocks and a knife in this bitch
I got cutters in the house, I got pounds in this bitch
I got hoes runnin' in and out, slime in this bitch
I go by lil top and I'll zip you up from talking shit
These niggas bitches and I know that they ain't 'bout that shit
'Can't come how I'm coming, I was a youngin' when they tried that shit
I been knockin' niggas off, they never knew it was gon' come to this
Bitch, I've been on some rider shit (let's go)
I'll leave 'em dead, got the whole city mad, I zip that boy 'bout what he said
You can stunt like you mad, I put a bag on top of your head (what up)
I was up in the Parish, slept with pink pairs under my bed
'Cause bitch I'm tryna flex something
Do something with all y'all
Soon as we get up on the wall, with my youngin, punch his head off
Little bitch, I'm out the North Side
I'm bustin', I won't stand down
I'll put the bitch up in a casket, fuck up your headstone
Them niggas used to run the city
Won't even claim that bitch
Don't say nothin' 'cause the shit ain't serious
Don't make me tame that shit
These youngins runnin' with me with it
They on some dangerous shit
Bust and put two in your fitted
I call that gang assist
Rolling I just popped one
Tryna body-bag and zip something, yeah
Pants hangin' off my ass, Glock on my side with a green flag
Talkin' reckless, caught him slippin', went to bustin', did him bad
Soon as swerve we bend a curb, don't do no talkin', that's your ass
I ain't got no chill, I'm tryna send a bitch to Winnfield
Had to show the pussy bitch I've been that, and bitch, I'm still is
I pull up, make a nigga get back, like what the deal is?
All these pussy bitches choosin' sides like they don't know real
Mm, come on, bitch uh-uh, let me go
Yeah, yeah, bitch
I'll do somethin' with ya, and I'll bang it out with ya, hoe ass nigga
Let's do it, look
Do what you do, I put you on the news, bitch, we could fight or shoot
Bitch, I know these niggas know it's murder when I'm comin' through
Bitch, I always win, I never lose, we gon' fuck over you
You become a victim of the chopper, put 'em on the news won't