Tuesday 20th December 2022 NBA Youngboy's Mansion Los Angeles California 9:02pm
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Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden's POV:
"Lost Files droppin' this Friday, fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas. Tell 'em ta catch up wit me." I looked into my phone camera, feelin' on my money.
Nari stopped filmin', and handed me my iphone. I posted the video on Instagram ta let the people know, big slime comin'. Imma deactivate soon, they 'ont deserve ta see how I'm livin'.
Bein' on house arrest fa so damn long do sum ta a nigga. But I always gotta keep it together, 'cause det's what errybody expect outta me. I gotta be the one ta look out fa errybody and they problems, but can't nobody help me. Even if they wanted. I just be needin' me mo'e money, det's it. Drugs gone fix my problems fa real.
Drugs gone fix it all. They steady downin' me, but they favourite rapper can't compare ta me. They favourite rapper could never achieve what I did under these circumstances.
Nari was sat beside me in the passenger seat of my Rolls Royce parked up in my garage. Sometimes I like ta sit in my cars, and think. I can't drive 'em how I want. I can't go no where wit 'em.
"You gone always be dea fa me?" I asked Nari.
"Always. Forever I gotchu." She replied touchin' my hand, but I ain't believe ha.
Eventually errybody get tired a my ass and leave.
I looked in ha eyes, Nari's eyes were already locked on mine. I know if I ain't had shit, she wouldn't be 'round me. She just want take sum like errbody else.
"You gone do whatever I say?" I questioned ha again.
Nari nodded ha head, "you askin' questions, you already know the answer to."
"Words don't mean shit ta me, you gone have ta prove it shawty. You know how many girls want yo spot? How I'm gone know you fa real? Hoes done played 'bout me plenty a times befo'e." I told ha.
"I'm for real Ken, I been wantin' to get you tatted, so with me forever. Thats the typa time I'm on." Nari tried ta convince me.
We'll see.
"Bet. Imma see 'bout det. Somebody a come tatt det shit fa ya tomorrow." I said nonchalantly, befo'e I inhaled my blunt.
I love it when girls, 'specially the ones I'm fuckin' wit tattoo my name on they skin. They belong ta me fa real. I own 'em.
This the typa shit my momma say I be doin' fa attention.
