Neek POV:
I went home after I got the call from red. driving in my extra car I kept at the trap I couldn't do nothing but think. Im trynna figure out a lot of shit. I think Im getting to soft but for Nae I will. This shit just don't feel like me. Like ma just got up in MY fucking Car used MY fucking gun shot my motha fuckin hostage. She taking my damn job. Ion give a fuck if she wifey she better ask for permission.
Then again. Why the fuck ZigZag got my cousin fucking kids? I swear Im tired of this shit. I wish I never got in the game but I had too. Somebody had to provide for my ass. I aint have no family. I understand why God do so much to people. I mean he pose tah be god. Aint his duck ass pose to be helping a nigga. Well I guess he is helping. I mean he did keep my ass alive. All these years. So in return imma help him. Imma quit this shit and keep it moving but first I gotta get my ducks in a row.
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Keep it One Hunned
Teen FictionAge aint nothin but a number. Love aint nothing but a thing. But people needa keep that shit One huned. I aint got time fah the fake shii.
