mem·o·ry /ˈmem(ə)rē/ Learn to pronounce noun plural noun: memories something remembered from the past; a recollection.
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𝘿𝘼𝙆𝙊𝙏𝘼 𝙎𝙔'𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝙂𝙍𝘼𝙔 𝘼𝙏𝙇 𝘿𝙀𝘾𝙀𝙈𝘽𝙀𝙍
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"You want me to do it or you got it?" Tooley asked me.
"I got it" I said before taking the lit match and throwing it on the lifeless body.
I watched as the fire spread due to the gasoline. It was like a masterpiece, a beautiful thing to witness.
"We gotta go, we only got 3 minutes left." Tooley said looking at the watch on his right wrist.
I nodded before wiping the sweat from my forehead and leaving the scene.
"You enjoy this shit too much Sy." Tooley said sighing while getting in the passenger side of the car.
I shrugged not really caring, I just enjoyed the rush of adrenaline I got from it.
"You do this shit like you ain't take a whole 3 year break bruh." He added.
"That lil ass break wouldn't nothing, I'm back stronger than ever now. I den had 3 years to think about shit." I said lighting the blunt he passed to me.
I took a pull before passing it back.
"You know them niggas still tryna get to you, ever since you got out they been tryna get to you. Them boys even got bold enough to come to the trap, Scrap beat them lil ass niggas away." Tooley said chuckling at the last part.
"That's Blue boys huh?" I asked already knowing the answer.
"Yup, nigga still pressed over some lil boy ass shit." He said passing the blunt.
"Nigga had 3 years to move on and still tripping, he lucky I spared his ass while I was gone." I said shaking my head before taking a pull.
Tooley and the crew had been itching to take Blue out while I was gone, I made them promise to wait until I was home to do it myself.
"Ain't no sparing no mo' though." I said watching the smoke escape my nostrils and passing the blunt.
"Nigga ain't gone stop till I have his head on his grandma porch." I said causing Tooley to laugh.
"Im serious, Blue ass begging to be put down." I mumbled pulling into the driveway of the trap.
"How much you want bet them niggas ain't doing shit in there?" Tooley asked as we got out the car.
