Adopted By NBA YoungBoy 2: A Toxic World{An NBA YoungBoy Story}

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Nau'Jour Grainger 🤔

I was standing on the aisle watching these fools argue about some fucking energy drinks and I was just drove. I'm just ready to do this lil show and go on home bruh, fuck.

"Can y'all just pick a fucking drink and come on!?!" I frowned

"We trying but she doing too much bro."

"What happened to ladies choice?" Gio spoke

"What happened to ladies being ladies. Ion like the way you been sneak dissing the homie. That shit ain't cool cuz' that girl ain't never did you nothing." Flack said

"Facts." Bando nodded

"Y'all keep taking up for this girlll. Like the fuck?!" Gio frowned

"Tootttt!" Mariah whined on the phone

"What's wrong?" I asked as I just grabbed a pack of red bulls off the shelf to call it a day

"I'm just so fucking stressed out! I wanna go home." Mariah cried

"What happened?" I frowned

"I just wanna go home. I don't even wanna do the damn show anymore." She said

"What happened bro?" Bando asked

"I'll tell you what, I'll cover for you. Just go home and get yourself some rest." I said

"I was gonna do that anyway, but thanks for covering for me." Mariah said causing me to laugh

>>>>>Back in Miami.
Mariah Jones 🍄

I pulled up at home and just sighed as soon as I saw a damn Cadillac truck in my driveway. Y'all know Von is addicted to them shits so it can only be him. I got out of my car and walked up to the door and unlocked it. As soon as I opened the door and walked in, I just started crying tears of frustration when I smelled weed. I'm so sick of them with this shit in my fucking house! I just wiped my little tears and walked further into the house and into the living room finding Von, his cousin/homie Cal, Doodie, Man Man, Trez, J Hood, and some lil light skin nigga with freckles in his face, and a chubbier dude with a beard.

"Von why do I have to talk to you about this every time you're here?" I asked in the calmest tone with my head down

"My bad folks, Brian said it was cool though, so I thought it was good. What you doing back? I thought you was performing in the UK. What happened?" Von asked as he put the blunt out

"I'm just tired and I wanna go to bed." I said quietly as I lifted my head up

"What's wrong witchu'?" Cal asked

"What happened?" Von asked as his face went straight

"I just want to go to bed. So please keep the noise down and if you're gonna smoke, take the shit outside. If you eat anything, please replace or at least leave a fucking sticky note letting me know you ate it. But please, don't bother me." I said in yet the same calm tone

"Nah c'mea. What happened? That nigga Toosii did you sumn'?" Von asked as he stood up

"No, Von. He didn't do me anything, just shut up and leave me alone!" I said as I started up the stairs

"Mcht, man why every time we come here shorty ass tweaking bro?"

"Bro, shut the fuck up." Cal said as he glared at the chubby dude

"I'm just saying, she does too much. Whiney ass."

"Oh shit, wassup shorty."

"Hi Chucky." I said as I walked past him