Dope Nigga (BxB)

21• Dimes Demise

Santana above^

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Sincere POV

Clarence yawned and leaned his head against the window.
"Can we turn the car on and blast the heater for a minute a nigga is freezing" Santana ignored him and stared at Mica house.

Salem was trying his best to stay woke but his head kept slowly going up and down.

"Santana I told you these niggas is not like you, Salem and Clarence ain't gone be no help" He ignored me and drank out the Hennessy bottle. The fact that this nigga been getting drunk the past couple of hours scares me even more, I'm already knowing how he act when he drunk so I could just imagine what he finna do when we actually go inside.

  Clarence tapped my shoulder and I turned around.
  "Is that nigga okay? Is something wrong with him?" He mumbled and I shrugged. I been accepted the fact mentally something is wrong with Santana I'm glad other people see it now I know I'm not tripping.

  I pointed to my head.
"He ain't all there, we just gotta get this shit done and over with" He nodded and pushed Salem.
   "Wake up nigga"

He sat up and looked around.
"We been here 6 hours I gotta get home before my queen wake up do y'all got a plan?"

"Just wait and watch" Santana finally talked. It was going on 4am I'm tired of waiting and watching. All the lights been turned out ain't nobody came out in hours we might as well go in.

"How long we gone be waiting Santana by time we go in the nigga gone be woke"

"He ain't, Mica told me he just went to sleep not to long ago, Diana drugged his ass so he gone be out for awhile"

   "I think we should just come back another day I'm getting bad vibes" Clarence said and Salem agreed.

"You niggas acting like I'm the crazy one. Why am I the only person tripping about this nigga wanting to kill us? Is this shit regular to y'all?" He turned around and looked at me and them.

"Not necessarily but we feel like it ain't shit we could do, Dime damnere 50 years old I'm only 23 and y'all younger than me this a death trap in my eyes" Salem said. If Santana listened to me he would know Salem and Clarence ain't hard like that. These niggas is not like him but he don't wanna hear none of that.

"Yeah I ain't gone lie Santana bro this is some loaded shit niggas been tryna kill Dime for years you know how many bodies that nigga got? what make you think we just gone be able to walk in there and not get shot Sincere could barely walk, what if we gotta run?" He sucked his teeth and pulled something out his pocket.

"You scary ass niggas ain't going inside, me and Sincere is and I don't give a fuck this nigga gotta go tonight and I'm gone get that done" He pulled on his ski mask and hoodie. They both looked at me and I shrugged.

"But what if we gotta run Santana? What the fuck I'm supposed to do"

"What the fuck we gone be running for? That nigga finna be begging for his life" He opened a baggy and I finally realized it was coke. He dipped his fingernail in the bag and brought it to his nose.

Salem poked me and I just shook my head.
"Ancestors please watch over us"

  "I told y'all these columbian niggas is crazy we finna die" Clarence sighed. Santana shook his head and put on the most devious smile.