Ghost

{3}

Runnin' through the 6 with my woes

Countin' money you know how it goes

Pray the real live forever man

Pray the fakes get exposed

I want that Ferrari then I swerve

I want that Bugatti just to hurt

I ain't rockin' my jewelry that's on purpose

Niggas want my spot and don't deserve it

I don't like how serious they take themselves

I've always been me I guess I know myself

{ know yourself by Drake}

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Same POV

Continued...

"Angel Bitch" I smirk

"well isnt this going to inserting" Ebony says sipping her tea which idk she got it from but I want some later

"Honey I didnt know you would bring the bitch around me, I mean it was low you even talked to this fuck nigga even Im out for this nigga head."

The doctor walked in and everyone pointed their gun to him and nigga looked like he was about to piss his pants. I chuckled at the sight, apparently so did the fuck nigga. He not off the hook. I had a knife on his neck.

"still got you fucker" I said

"Look at your thigh" He says

I look down to see he had a knife on me to. Well, played

"Am I in the middle of something" the doctor asked

"yes now, can you get the fuck out" Me and Ghost said at the same time

A bit my lip, I looked at him and my mind went left. I was competely thinking about fucking him. The way I would ride his nice big...

"Well, I just wanted to say congrats on the baby and im heading out now"

The doctor soon left and everyone had went to rest but me and Ghost. Our eyes locked. It was like he was reading me and I was reading him. Every emotion he felt I felt. It was weird.

"can everyone put the weapons down!" Honey yells

"you first" he says. I chuckle

"hell naw Then you just shot me dead"

"same time" The guy says

" Im sorry I didnt catch yo name playa" I say