Chapter 1

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Morgan POV
Hey, i'm Morgan Gates, my dad is the famous Kevin Gates and my mom is Dreka Gates. I'm 5"1, I'm 15, I'll be 16 on July 2. My Bestfriend is a Blood, even though he can be grumpy sometimes I still love him, he mean everything to me, I fuck with him and he fucks with me. The only difference is he is far away so we can't no relationship. My dad doesn't know I'm in the drug game, I jus sell the simple shit which is molly & weed. Nobody knows I do it except my Bestfriend Dre.

De'andre POV
Wasup I'm De'andre, I'm 16, I love my Bestfriend Morgan, she can be mean but I love her she short and goofy. I'm a blood , I smoke weed. Music is everything to me , it helps me release stress when I don't got no weed. As of right now I was in my car listening to Kevin Gates~Hard on his Islah album. I swear being in the streets will change your life for the worse but its all I know. I'm not a wannabe thug I'm a real one and I don't mind pulling the trigger for my homies or someone I love. I killed one person but it was in self defense. Me and my dad have a rocky relationship, my mama doing everything by herself and I feel bad for her, that's why I sell drugs so I can help her out I get tired of seeing her struggle, I sometimes wish I could take that burden off her shoulders, I miss my mama when she was happy and never depended on no nigga for nothing, I just made it to Morgans house and she was in the shower I went to talk to her dad cause he like my role model I wanna be like him when I grow up.

Kevin Gates POV
Was up its ya boy Gates I was on the phone with Dreka, she manages all of my shit, I trust her and I don't trust strangers with my shit because they might try and steal from me and I ain't with that because if somebody stole from me its not gone be pretty, when I seen De'andre knock asking can he come in, I said sure, that boy don't really got nobody so I try to be the best father figure I can. He was telling me how he found out his mama lied to him and I ask about what, he said he found out his dad was killed when he was 2, the sad thing is he was visiting his grandma and she told him everything he wanted to know, I never seen him cry so it was surprising his eyes became red and I gave him manly hug telling him it would be okay he kept crying saying "I never met my dad, why couldn't he had stayed, whyyy????", I couldn't answer him because only god knows

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 25, 2016 ⏰

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