Trap god & Trap goddess (DISCONTINUED)

Let me introduce myself

"Baby , can you understand I'm a yung nigga livin'. Coming from the trap, all a nigga know is get it. I ain't chasing no p*ssy girl I'm talking bout the digits."

I went to my room and threw on some basketball shorts, a white tee, and my white air force ones. A nigga wasn't tryna dress to impress for nobody.

I grabbed my iphone 5s off the night stand, and made my way back downstairs. A nigga was kinda hungry so I went into the pantry and got 3 bags of sour cream and onion chips, along with a yellow gatorade. "Yo them for us?" Terrence asked. "Nigga hell naw. This for me, fuck you mean?" I said. He gave me a look and went into my pantry and got him some chips. "Aye T, bring me a bag to." Mj said. And you already know D-boi fat ass had to have a couple bags. These niggas stayed eating up a nigga's groceries. "Y'all must got foodstamps y'all wanna loan a nigga?" I asked them. They all laughed. These my niggas though.

Mj was driving his all red 2015 Chrysler and Terrence and D-boi was riding with him. I decided to jump in my own ride, because I was gonna go visit my mom later on today. "Which trap you going to first?" I asked Mj. "Shidd, the one on the twenty first avenue." Mj replied. I nodded my head and got into my all white 2015 Beamer. The flat screen mini radio popped out when the car started. I already had a CD inside, so I just turned to track 3 and let it play. It was me of course. It was a song I recorded a couple months back called "Again." I always thought maybe I could make money off of my music, but I don't think people will really feel my music like they feel other people's music. I followed Mj's car all the way to the trap. I made sure to look of my surroundings because niggas setting up other niggas everyday, and I refuse to let me or my niggas get set up. Everything seemed cool, so I parked and got out. Terrence and D-boi had chip bags all inside Mj's car. I was so dead, cause Mj was mad as fuck. "Greedy ass niggas, have you ever heard of a damn trash can?" Mj said. I had tears coming from my eyes. These niggas were crazy. Mj walked up to the trap and took out one of his keys. He busted inside the door, and his workers were caught offguard. The men workers were practically fucking the female workers, and it was a mess and a sight to see. Mj is no one to play with when he's mad, so I'll hate to have to see how this is gonna turn out. "What the fuck?" Mj yelled. There was dead silence. "Somebody bout to die." D-boi said. I laughed at him. "If not all." I said. Mj shot in the air a couple of times, and his workers were scared shitless. "Get back to work, imma spare y'all asses this time, but let me come back up in here and these products aren't boxed up. I'm firing all y'all asses!" He yelled again. I just shook my head, I don't know why niggas choose to play with Mj, his ass is something serious.

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"Bruh pass me the lighter and stop playing." I told Terrence. This nigga plays just like a 5 year old. We been chillin in the back of the trap, smoking and laughing about shit. We've been in here for a few hours, and I just remembered I had to go visit my mom before visiting hours were over. When Terrence finally passed the lighter, I lit up my perfectly folded blunt and smoked it. I inhaled and exhaled. It felt good to get high, it kept your mind at ease for some reason. I looked at my iphone, and realized it was 3:00. I got the ashtray and put out my blunt. "Aye, imma holla at y'all niggas later on tonight. Im finna go visit my moms." I told them. They all nodded. "Tell Mrs. Maxwell I said hello." Mj said. "Aight bruh." I told him. I dapped my niggas up and made my way to the entrance of the trap.

I observed my surroundings before stepping out into the hot summer heat of New Jersey. It was hot as hell, and the heat index was like 98. I hopped into my Beamer and cut the A/c on 6. A nigga was hot. I pulled off and headed to see my mom.
Within 5 minutes I was pulling up into St. Vincent's nursing home & Rehab center. Yep, this was where my mother lived. I couldn't get her to get off drugs so I decided to put her into a rehab. When she decided to show some progress and showed me that she was serious about getting her life back, she could get outta here. I'm the only child, and I'm the only one that really looks out for her.
I parked my car, and got out. I walked to the front desk and signed my name. After that I looked for her room number which was 78. I knocked on the door twice, and I heard her voice telling me to come in. "Hey sweetheart. How you doing?" she asked me. She was laying in the bed, watching TV. "I'm good ma, how bout you?"I asked. She smiled, "I'm doing fine. God is good to me, and I'm just ready to get outta here and get my life back you know?" She told me. I couldn't help but to feel bad for her. How could a person let drugs ruin their life, as well as others? I walked over to her bed and gave her a big hug and kissed her on the forehead. "I love you ma, and you gone get outta here." I told her. "I hope so. I feel and look much better." she said. "I can tell, you've gained a lot of weight." I told her, while laughing. "Boy don't you play with me. Mama will still knock yo ass out." she told me. I laughed again, cause she will do it. "When you talked to granny?" I asked. "She came by the other day, just to bash me out. Telling me how disappointed she was in me, and she hated to call me her daughter. You know the usual." She told me. I could see the look on her face, letting me know she was hurt. It seem like when you at a dead end in ya life, people turn their back on ya. "She'll come around, just give her some time." I told her. She nodded, and looked at me. "You look just like Anthony." she told me. I laughed again. That's all I do is laugh. "Thanks ma." I told her. "When did you last talk to your father?" She asked me. "I talked to him the other day, same ol same ol." I told her. She nodded her head again. "Found you a girlfriend?" she asked. "Come on now ma, I ain't stunn these hoes." I told her. "Yeah these hoes, but I said a girlfriend. Someone that has goals and standards, and will be able to get you outta these streets boy." she told me. "I'll find someone one day, I ain't really looking for one." I told her honestly. "Alright now boy. I want some grandbabies." she told me. "Ma you a trip, but I just stopped by to see how you was doing. You got about 6 more weeks and then you can get out." I told her. "Okay baby. I love you." she told me. "I love you to ma." I said while giving her a kiss on the forehead. "Take care." She said.