Cliché (ASAP Rocky and Tyler, The Creator Story) (On Hold)

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November 5, 2013
4:37 A.M.

*Bang! Bang!*

My body shot up from the bed. My head was hurting and I felt weak. I looked over and saw Rakim sound asleep with his shirt off.

I removed the covers and thankfully both our pants were still on. I looked over at my clock and it read 4:37 A.M.

The banging kept growing faster. I carefully got out the bed without waking him and walked down the stairs.

Opening the door, I saw Mel. He ran past me, into the house. He woke the boys up and was moving around in a panic frenzy. I was so lost.

"Yo, come on we gotta go!" Mel yelled.

"Go where?" Ferg asked, rubbing his eyes standing up.

"Remember them niggas who came at us a couple days ago?! They just shot Riq in the chest bro!" He said. My heart dropped.

I ran upstairs and tried waking Rakim up. He groaned and shifted. I shook him violently. "Get Up! Tariq just got shot!...Come on!...Get up please!" I yelled. Soon as he heard Tariq his eyes widened. He quickly got up and searched for his shirt.

"Where's my shoes?!" He yelled.

"They're downstairs." I grabbed his hand and ran down the steps.

"Yo, Rakim, Riq-"

"I know. Come on we gotta go find them niggas." Rakim said.

"Rakim please be safe.." I said. I was scared for him and the rest of them. I didn't want any of them to die. I'm already losing my grandfather.

"I can't make no promises, Z." He said putting his jacket on. I sighed.

Jamel ran out the door and they all followed. I wasn't expecting all this to happen. Not now. Not ever.

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"SO YOU POPPIN' FLY NA? WUS' REALLY GOOD?!" Marty shouted while shootin' at them.

We had found them around Kasia's crib. As soon as I saw them I ain't hesitate to pop off.

It was crazy cause it's early in the mornin' and all you heard was loud gunshots. Typical.

I shot one of them in the legs and the others ran off. We ran up to him while he groaned in pain. I kicked his gun to the side and stomped his hand.

"Aaaah...shit!.."he groaned.

"Shut the fuck up." I kicked him in the ribs. Ferg checked his pockets and Mel grabbed his gun.

"Chris Gerby..the fuck is a gerby, nigga?" Ferg laughed.

"Fuck you.." he said. I clocked him right in the jaw.

"Talk more shit and I'll blow ya fuckin' head off." I started, "Now who shot my brother?" I asked. "I don't know! but he deserved it! Pussy!" He said angrily. I shook my head and laughed. "Wrong answer homie." I stood up and grabbed the glock. I wasn't playing no more.

"Wait, hol' up...his phone buzzed.." Ferg said. I looked over and it was a text from somebody reading:

"I kno where his bitch stay, and that pussy ass nigga Yams. Meet us up lata' back at da spot."

"Y'all tryna come after my fuckin' girl?!" I shouted and released six shots into his head. Breathless, I stood there looking at him.