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"JAH"
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"I'm Out Here" by Young Pappy blasted loudly from Lamont's car speakers, the three of them rapped along with the fast song.
Elijah was in the backseat while Lamont was in the driver side and Jareese was in the passenger seat. They were in the back of O's parking lot and hotboxing Lamont's car, it was his idea anyway.
They already smoked two Backwoods which Jah and Lamont rolled up at the same time. Jareese was about to spark another, and Lamont was getting weed out of his pack so he could roll up again.
Jah picked his Glock-47 up off of the backseat that's on safety and aimed it in the air, "Da good die young and da bad don't die. Who da fuck told you "A real man don't cry"? They took L'A, so my head in denial. Lookin' for any nigga that was friends with the guy that they killed my homie." Jah changed the lyrics at that one part for his deceased homie.
Lamont smirked at Jah's antics and picked his Glock-22 from his lap and held it up. "Boy, you niggas gon' pay that was behind that shit. I'm ridin' 'round with it on me and niggas, I ain't gon' stop 'til I find dat bitch. And I got my niggas with me, ready for action. You talk about bodies? They ready to catch it. Been blowin' shit down since the age of 11. Been totin' any gun from a gauge to a 7." He matched his cousin's energy.
Reese laughed at them and inhaled the smoke in his system, licking over his pink lips and passing it back to Jah. "Y'all fuckin' too hype inna mornin'."
Jah paused in his movements and grabbed it from Jareese and took long pulls of the Backwood.
Jah was already high but he was trying to get higher. His high tolerance was through the roof for the past two weeks, he'll smoke like crazy for different reasons and he still feels like he's sober.
