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Kilyier "Killa" Ramos
...
I walked inside of the trap house, niggas counting money and hoes doing anything for attention everywhere, I just needed to get my money and go.
"Wassup, Killa, long time no see." Reggie, a nigga in the gang, dabbed me up.
I nodded my head in response because I didn't have the energy nor time for conversation.
"Y'all got my cut?" I asked.
"About that..." Reggie trailed off. "We got your shit it's just we short about 20k."
I lowered my eyebrows at his words, it was always some bullshit.
"I know you can understand since you been gone—
I gripped onto his collar and shoved him into a wall knocking some pictures down. I glared down at him, sucking my teeth.
"Really Reggie, gone? I was shot five times and last time I checked y'all niggas still ain't put no effort in to find the nigga who did so." I reminded.
"But when your brother was shot what do I do?"
"You shot up they crib." Reggie muttered.
"Exactly! So ion wanna hear that bullshit Reg. Get me the rest of my money. " I removed my hands from his shirt.
...
I was debating on whether to go inside my momma's apartment or not. I planned on getting my own shit so regardless I was gonna have to face her again. Fuck it.
As soon as I unlocked the door I seen her standing their, a disappointed expression still plastered on her face.
"I'm just here to get my stuff, ion wanna argue." I explained.
"Well that fucking sucks cause we need to talk." She scoffed. "Who you killed?"
"I didn't kill nobo—
"Don't fucking lie to me, Kilyier."
I sucked in a deep breath before hesitantly answering. "Ole dude who raped Princess."
"Does Princess know?" My mom widened her eyes.
"Yeah, I told ha. He needed to die ma." I nodded my head.
