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I stared at the ceiling, bringing a pearled blunt to my lips every few seconds. It was about 3 in the morning and I couldn't sleep at all.
" I'll knock yo teeth out yo mouth make you bleed out. When I see a nigga Ion like shit get violent, cause I grew up fighting; hearing police sirens. Threw the fiends a concert I got molly cyrus. Hustle all day and spread the money like a virus. Huh, all my bitches 26 and up. I heard you got a bbl can you let me fuck." I mumbled along to the song that lowly played from my tv.
" This shit for the birds G" I told myself before getting out of the bed. I held the blunt between my lips as I slid my feet into my Yeezy Slides. I turned to my night stand grabbing my gun and a stack of money.
I patted my pockets, checking for my keys. When I felt as if I had everything I made my way out of my house and into my car. I started it up and began to drive with no destination at all.
Ian always have trouble sleeping. It was always a once in a while typa thing and only one reason caused it, my homie Kayne.
Kayne was my right hand man, the nigga I ran the streets with. We fought together, smoked together, and got bitches together. At the measly age of 15 Kayne was mistakenly shot in a drive by some niggas from OutWest. That shit hurt me, especially seeing his body bleeding out knowing there was nothing I could really do. I tried everything I could to save him but he died right in my arms. I felt as if a part of me was gone forever, but it wasnt really a feeling because that part of me was indeed gone forever.
Now I go 100% harder for him cause I know if he was here we would be getting money together.
Pulling my phone out, I went to my call log dialing my main hoe phone. The phone rang for a bit before she answered.
" What you want Katch? It's almost 4 inna fucking morning" Neveah fussed as she picked up the phone. A mug fell upon my face as I continued to drive.
" What yo ass got a attitude for shorty?" I questioned, slight anger laced in my tone.
" I'm saying it's 4 inna morning and you calling me. What you need?"
I sighed before speaking up. " I need you shawt. I'm onna way, unlock the door." I told her, speeding past a red light.
" Alright Keyon. Don't take to long, I'm ready to go back to sleep." Neveah responded as I nodded, hanging up the phone.
I then began to continue my drive to my destination, listening as my oldies playlist lowly played in the backround.
Eventually I pulled up to her apartment. I turned my car off and got out of the car. I then made my way towards her door, swiftly twisting the nob.
" You gone tell me what's wrong Katch?" Neveah asked as I walked into her apartment. I ignored her making my way into her room.
" What's wrong with you? Fuck you got goin" Neveah repeated following behind me.
" Ion wanna talk bout that shit Neveah." I uttered placing my hand over my forehead.
