19 year old Tajanae has been in and out of trouble since her younger years. She has a drug dealing brother who has no respect for anyone and will protect her with no regret. Her mother and stepdad try their hardest to keep her step brother and siste...
"Fly nigga, take yo bitch on a flight nigga Take whoever she like nigga, and if she dont fuck something aint right nigga, That bankroll fit me right nigga, lets throw a party we aint gon invite niggas"
I rapped the song YFN by Lucci as I got dressed in a plain white tee, some black jeans, and my white forces with my black chain and white/black Adidas snapback to top it off.
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What up I'm Jaquan Smith. A 23 year old black male that don't want nothing but some money. I stand at 6'2, muscular, chocolate complexion, deep brown eyes with a hair cut and beard that makes me official .
"Jaquan turn that damn music down boy !"
I hit the volume button on the remote to my surround sound.
"Jaquan !"
My mom bust in my room being loud as always.
"May I help you ma? Why you always coming in here like that? Busting in and shit. Im a grown ass man."
She walked in and looked around brushing me off.
"You still in my house. Grown ass man or not you dont pay a damn bill here. So when you want privacy you go get ya own damn place."
I sighed as she sat on my bed.
"You going with us to get your sister?"
"Nah, I got to go to work. Ill see her tonight if I come home."
"Work? You call that standing on the corner selling drugs that could kill somebody work? Your sister been in jail 6 months and you can't properly greet her home cause you got to 'work'?"
"Anything else ma?"
"Yes."
"What?"
She stood up and made her way to the door.
"You and Mon need to clean this damn room up and turn that music off before you leave."
I watched as she walked out leaving the door open.
I couldn't help but chuckle at her. She gets on my damn nerves but I love my mama.
As I closed my door and went into my bathroom to brush my teeth my phone went off.
Phone call: Ray
"What up dyke?"
"Sup bitch boy you ready to get some benjis nigga?"
"Hell yeah. Moms working my nerves. How far are you?"
"Shit give me like 20 mins. Ill hit you with a text."
"Bet."
I sat my phone down and proceeded to brush my teeth and clean my grill before putting it in my mouth.
"Let me go with you Quan."
I looked over at my lil brother Mon bed.
"Nah nigga. You not bout this life."
"But you wont give me a chance."
"And Im not going to Mon. This shit aint no joke. Besides, ion feel like dealing with ya father."
He blew his breath hard before placing the covers back over his head.
I turned my back towards him as I put my gun in my waist and tazer in my pocket.
Shit sometimes I wish I had a male figure around to tell me no.
