Memoirs of A Queen

Phase 5, I'm On It

Okay, guys. I understand that Daley's a stuck up bitch lol. She was made to get on your nerves...for now. No spoilers though, lmao. Enjoy ladies and gentleman.

Omniscient

Dikoita Nicoli wabbled down the sidewalk as his trues sagged, his hands kept them up. Graffiti tattooed the concrete walls, telling a story in the tunnel that he walked through.

He wore all black from skull to phalange accompanied with gold accessories. His jewelry gleamed, lighting up the tunnel a tad. He hadn't paid for any of this. Not his cuban link, not the rings that snuggled onto his fingers, not the cartier on his wrist, nor the grills in his mouth, they were all given to him as presents at different times of his life. Dikoita couldn't afford any of the material things that he flashed around without noticing he was doing so.

Nightfall had drenched his surroundings, making it very dark and hard to see but Dikoita wasn't scared. He was well respected in these streets, seeing that he had to put a couple'a niggas in the hospital for disrespecting him.

Some men feared him but most men saluted him, they knew he was about that action and wasn't one to be messed with.

"I made all the blocks hot, next thing you know I was top notch bop, bop, bop. I'm on it, I'm on it" he muttered, the song was stuck in his head.

His cold steel laid in his waistband fully loaded with sixteen bullets in the clip and one in the chamber. He was nothing to play with. Women only seen one side of him. The calm and charmful ladies man. Well, all except for Daley that is. He had given her a glimpse to the side that she didn't want to see, and this caught her attention. But, he wasn't with the shits. Dikoita simply didn't find Daley attractive, she wasn't anything close to his Alma in his eyes.

He picked up speed, letting the cold wind run its fingers through his chin and upper lip hairs. He was on a mission.

Spotting the car that he was relieved to see, he jogged towards it. He was glad that the boys hadn't flaked on him.

The cadillac hummed as a cloud of exhaust seeped out of the long , thick bar of metal that stuck out from underneath the car. He shook his head. There E-block goes again trying to show out in one of his hoe's father's car.

Making his way to the passenger side of the car, he yanked the door open, accidentally letting the loud trap music escape. Weed smoke instantly clogged his nostrils as he sat down on the leather seats of the caddy. He could hardly take a deep breath, the smoke was so thick.

Once he slammed the door shut he turned his head to see E-block, Psycho, Shed, and even Juice. He grinned at this.

"Wa's haddenin' nigga" E-block greeted him. They dapped each other up before E-block slammed his timberlands onto the gas pedal, not waiting for Koy's response. They screeched down the road. Then, E-block's stubby brown fingers grabbed the volume knob on the stereo and cranked the music until it had reached it's max.

The music was so loud that the bass of the song vibrated the speakers harshly, promoting the gibberish that the Migos spoke.

The men pulled up to a home with only one flickering porch light on, waiting for its occupants to come on out. An impatient E-block honked the horn for at least two minutes, not giving a fuck about the lousy neighbor's sleep.

The silhouette of a man emerged out of the dark home, a woman's figure followed behind him. They walked across the yard of weeds and dead grass, traveling towards the clan.

All five boys was now standing outside the car, leaning against it, looking as unbothered as possible. As the lanky man approached them with a house phone to his ear, Juice spat near the man's foot causing for the man to make up his face. The pink lips snarled at Juice, but Juice didn't care. No nigga phased him and no nigga could ever get him rowled up.