Now I was barely seventeen with a pocket full of hope
Screamin', dollar and a dream with my closet lookin' broke
And my nigga's lookin' clean, gettin' caught up with that dope
Have you ever served a fiend with a pocket full of soap?
Nigga I can tell...
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"Movvveeee." I groaned feeling a weight on my body. I'm so tired, I just got in the house from the corner and I plan on sleeping for the rest of the day. Onika wanted to be a brat the whole time because she was cold. Acting like the damn heat wasn't on and she didn't have a thick ass cover over her. I think she just like bothering me because I swear I heard giggling. "Bruhhh."
"Don't call me your fucking bruh." My face was snatched and I smacked my lips. She's about to piss me off. Like she's not sitting on my stomach bothering me. "BB."
"What?"
"Why you acting like that?"
"Cause you wanna bother me like we ain't just get in. Go to sleep or something. Get the fuck off of me."
"Stop talking to me like that."
"Fuck you."
"Really?"
"Yea really."
I felt her get off of me and I pulled my cover over my whole body. I'm sleepy as fuck. And gotta get up later to do the whole night over again. She better take her grumpy ass to bed.
"Onika i'm not doing this with you. I'll throw yo ass out the door."
"Why I gotta go!? I wanna stay home, let me."
"You're not staying here by yourself."
"Well i'm calling my friends. They won't say fuck me."
I smacked my lips and mugged her. She took that way too literal. Little mad, angry, midget. This girl really sat there and called them, telling them to come over. Of course they said okay, they always do what she wants. She's their little princess I guess. But I call her that so they'll have to change something.
"Onika....just come with me. Please?"
"No. I don't wanna."
"Please?" I really don't want to be by myself. She always go with me, so i'm used to her being by my side. Now she wanna be petty over one little word. I didn't even mean it for real. She know I play too much. "Princess."
"No. Leave me alone Beyoncé."
"Please?" I laid on top of her back and she groaned. She didn't say anything, just went to her messages and typed a never mind. It made me smile and I kissed her cheek. "Thank you." I whispered in her ear and she nodded. "Why you so mad chica?"
