"Nigga with a bag, that's why them older niggas hated him Know that ain't he goin', he'll crack a nigga cranium Bigger than a mob, can't be touched, titanium Gang goin' harder, dare a nigga to come and play with us" -lil durk
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"DOODAAA!" Jahani yelled startling Ma'Kylin. Ma'Kylin didn't know why Jahani always yelled like he was being hurt just to get someone's attention.
"Fats what I tell you about yelling, you only need to yell when you need help." Ma'Kylin explained to the 4 year old while he washed dishes.
"But Da I do need yo' help doe." Jahani said as he held Ma'Kylins shirt looking up at him.
"What do you need help wit fats?" Killa said as he rinsed out Jahani's Batman cup.
"My game not workin da." Jahani said starting to mess with his dads shirt.
"Okay fats go put it on my bed I'll fix it fa' you when I'm done." Killa said turning off the sink and starting to wipe it down.
"Okay dooda thank you." Jahani said happily running back up the stairs to his room.
Ma'Kylin went into his living room to go light a candle so his house could smell good. He had just got done cleaning and now he was just finna chill.
He had been living on his on for a while but he had recently just bought a new house for more space for Jahani. It was a 4 bedroom 3 bathroom so he had a lot of space.
Ma'Kylin moved out of his moms house at 17 and Naomi had Jahani when he was 18, he was now 22.
Ma'Kylin always made it his mission to keep Jahani away from the dangerous lifestyle and made sure he didn't end up in the gang life. He never smoked or did anything illegal around Jahani.
