on our way out, three dudes walked in. one was brown skin with waves with a fresh line up and a goatee, the other was darkskin with dreads with a light goatee, the last one was light skin with a bunch of locs and a goatee.
when we bumped into them the bag fell and 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 wasted.
"what the fuck." said dre "god damn." i said
that was all our shit. we don't got 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 money.
fuck.
"our bad." said the darkskin "yeah, yall bad." i said while dre stared them down.
"uh, shit we'll get yall sum mo." the light skin with waves said as all three off them went to go get us some more stuff.
"um, 'preciate it." dre told them as they were walking off.
"those niggas not from here, they don't sound like it."
"i swea' they dont."
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"hey ma." "hey baby, you got the stuff?"
"yeah." i responded passing the bag of 𝘯𝘦𝘸 stuff to her.
those niggas paid for our stuff.
as they should. like damn, they that god damn tall that they couldn't see us?
i guess so
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me and Alicia was playing with the kids. we had some water guns and allat stuff.
dre walked up to me, "aye, ain't them those niggas from the deli?" i looked where he was lookin, "shole is."
i walked over to ma dukes, "ma, who them?" i say pointing to the dudes. "oh baby those just sum family friends, they not blood."
"oh, okay." i said then walked back to dre "ma said they family friends, not blood." i told him.
"i knew it, they don't look like nobody here."
"mhm." i responded then went to go fix me a plate.
