"They're ride or die so what's 17 years apart?"
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When you meet the love of your life at 15 growing up in the streets of West Philly you don't always do right by your family.
Selling dope, moving bodies , selling keys is the only way to stay alive...
"That poor girl. Ova there crying over our idot of a son, I mean damn can any Lyon men act right?" Cookie rambles as we head out of empire to lunch. Today was a day filled of damage control. I mean we're doing everything in our power to make sure this little video doesn't hurt T career.
"What do you mean? I've been acting right" I press.
"Barely" she jokes rolling her eyes as we round the corner to our waiting car. Me and cookie have come accustom to the screaming fans and paps so we're just talking like we have no care in the world. When cookie abruptly stops I turn to look at her. I don't know what she's looking at in the sea of fans but the shocked look on her face prompts me to follow her eyes.
Oh shit.
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MEMORIES.
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