Y/n y/nn Williams was always labeled as a "d-boy or gangster". No one really understood her. She was always to herself. Introverted is what you would call it. But she had this one friend well bsf growing up in the hood.
Her name was Kianna. Kianna...
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Oh, made a way Oh, made a way I knew we would see better days I knew we would see better days Oh, made a way Why they facial expression givin' hate? Why they act like I ain't helpin' 'em out, 'cause they energy fake Must've think I didn't have nothin' to say
My first deal was one-point-five, there wasn't nothin' left to say The thanks I get feel like high-five, I know I changed the wave When I'm outside, the sun gon' shine, ain't no more rainy days She love my vibe, I love her vibe, I mean, what can I say? And count it when you pray Thank God for these better days Oh, made a way Oh, made a way I knew we would see better days I knew we would see better days Oh, made a way
I'm just kickin' it with a baddie, smokin' on exotic (yes) Ain't it ironic, look at me now, I used to sell narcotics (yes) Couldn't sell it whole, had to break it down, but now it's all profit (all, all profit) You don't like advice, but I know this life just ain't for everybody I done heard too many times you can't get rich with no knowledge (no knowledge) Told lil' shawty if she mine, then promise me you keep it solid (keep it solid) You know bitches talk, but you with a boss, so we keep our business private (business private)
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He ain't never fucked you on a private island I fly G5, I don't know the sky mileage (sky mileage) I got some slimes out a beehive, I know they dyin ''bout it (dyin' 'bout it) CIP Troupe, I'm holdin' it down You on my mind, Charlie (on my mind, Charlie) I got on all white Chanel, I feel godly (feel godly) Every one of my cribs spotless (cribs spotless)
Aight Charles I'm done mane? "Yeah gunna, Aye thanks for coming out". No problem you know this shit ain't nun to me. Just doing a simple favor for the homie. This shit better go viral. Chuckles " You know it's bound to ITS GUNNA BABY". You a damn fool I'm finna head out though . I got some bidness to handle ya dig?.
"I hear ya. Wifey damn near blowing you up". Pullingmy phone out. I see Paige blowing me up. I really ain't got the time to hear the run down. Where you at?, who you out with, what lil groupie bitch you fucking on. Same ole same ole. I put that bitch right back in my pocket before dabbing up Charles.
Aye man I'm finna go ahead and leave ole girl a trip. Ima catch yo ass another time foe. "Ite fasho stay slime G" ITS GUNNA BABY YOU KNOW SLIME FOREVER. We both yelled while I was leaving out. Finna head to the crib. Probably fuck the shit outta Paige depending on how this conversation go. Take a shower,change my clothes , then check when my next tour date gonna be. I suppose to be heading down to Houston next week. I really don't know how to feel ya know? Seeing old friends and family.
Seeing Kianna.....words can't even explain how much I miss that girl. We were non compatible. But that's what made us want to be around each even more. Growing up it was hard for me to really open up and express myself around Kianna. I don't know why but with her it just was. Sometimes it was hard to believe that we were friends. To say I had insecurities would be an understatement.
In some ways I believed she had a thing for me. Just based on how she would act. And I would either down play it or just be in denial with myself. See me and her grew up differently in the hood. I grew up as some would say "a thug". My house hold consistented of me having to be "strong" and not "weak". Expressing how we felt in my household just seemed like "whining" or "bitching". As my parents would say. So whenever people in my hood would try to have me to open up with them, and express how I felt it was just dull.
People would always say shit like "damn Y/n, no one could ever love you". "Your heartless, you think about no one other than yourself". Yet whenever I was in the streets, "supposedly being a thug". I was really racking up money for my ppl's so they could be able to eat. Moms was always working overtime. Trying to keep up with bills and pops was shid....no where to be found. Leaving me the oldest. Having to some what help provide for me and my siblings.
Then came in Kianna she kinda understood me. But at the same time she didn't. We both met around freshman year in high school. I remember when I first seen her. Damn near wanted to make her mines right then and there. It was no chance in hell that was going to happen. So I did what every other nigga would do in my position. Put my feelings to the side. And move accordingly. We got close and became best friends. Then a couple of months later we had a fall out over some stupid shit. You wouldn't even believe what it was about either.
Baby girl caught me one day outside selling drugs. I mean I was on my porch SELLING drugs. Kidd you not. We was about to go on winter break. So I was tryna rack up a couple of dollars. You know for clothes, shoes, etc. A nigga just wanted to be fresh. Nothing wrong with that. I fucked up though. My stupid ass forgot me and her was working on our finals together. Before we could go on break we had to finish finals. So we both decided we would work on them together at my house. She came over and in the mid of her walking up to my house. She saw me selling my shit to one of my regulars.
Next thing I know ole girl cussing me out. Saying how I'm throwing my life away. Giving me a whole run down on how I could go to jail. And that I'm "better than this". So that caused me to yelled at her. Telling her to mind her fucking business and to not worry about me. It got so bad to the point were we both just said "fuck you" and "I hope yo ass get caught and go to jail".
*sighs* Man I miss that girl, I wonder what she been up to.
