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Kh'Ari known as Ndot, he tries to be funny, hanging with older people, pretending to be all bad, when he's really just a pussy ass boy who wants love,
Instead of trying to befriend his new crush dd Osama, he dissed him and his dead brother n...
Black old men who look like they smoke crack and don't got they shit together walk on the side walks and sit on the porch of the run down house.
As I park on the side of the road out of the way, I get out the car making sure to grab my duffle bag and locking my car.
Leaving my duffle bag I bring for sleeping out in the car.
As I walk up to the abandoned looking house getting mugged by almost everyone.
The trap I'm from located down in the country where no one would think to look.
Only reason I'm stepping foot in this run down neighborhood is because I gotta get my money from selling to the boys who work out here.
Walking up the steps, of the house.
Niggas start grabbing at they pants like they on shit. So I lift my white t-shirt up revealing my gun, they all look at eachother and then mind they fucking business.
They steady on me..
I can't go no where without my strap. Can't trust nobody. When I did.. they fucked up what we had.
The only person I really trusted enough to not bring my strap wit me is.. kh'Ari..
But he gone.. we done.. he don't want me..
Or didn't.. he really confusing me, I had left from his house and came down here.
Opening the front door, all eyes go to me.
"What the fuck this boy doing hea?" A man asked as he digged in the back of his pants scratching his ass.
Nasty niggas I swear.
"Bruh I'm here for omar. None of yall niggas." I told every nigga up in this room.
They mug me
"Fuck outta here" I said making another man take a step forward, he walking up on me? Nigga not cool.
I step up, before I could do anything or say anything omar come out "ight get yall sorry passes out my trap nigga. I'm talking to this nigga dd." He said making us stop in our tracks
