Yg.
"Hello?"
"Keenon where are you ? I'm at the hospital". I sighed getting in Ty's car
" Mama I'm fine, you know ion do that hospital shit ".
" Keenon?! Are you outta yo mind boy! Get in this hospital you have stitches what if they pop ? And yah granny over here worried sick ,your sister crying yah brother can't sleep Keenon they thought you were dead "we" thought you were dead Keenon".I can hear her starting to tear up over the phone as Ty started the car.
"Mama , I'm fine tell granny I'm fine and tell my sista I love ha and tell lul man I'm okay I just needa walk it off ".
" Walk it off Kee-". I hung up the phone I couldn't keep hearing that shit I wasn't going back to hospital. As Ty pulled out the hospital parking lot we passed by the Studio looking at everything the car crash the homies and I got in on our way to the hospital and the yellow tape surrounding the studio.
It was 4 in the morning and Ty took me over to my house in Inglewood to change clothes my leg was starting to hurt maybe because it was cold.
I told my guard at the front what happened at the studio and to be aware at all times.I walked in my house going up stairs changing clothes and I changed the wrap on my stitches.
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Yg grabbed his gun putting it in the side of his jeans walking downstairs he noticed Ty talking on the phone with someone so he just grabbed a bottle of water and grabbed his keys to his All black Bentley signaling that he was ready. Ty turned around giving Yg a head nod getting up from the couch. The two walked out the house at the same time Ty hung up from whoever he was talking to.
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"So where we going ,but first you good?". I unlocked my car giving Ty a look. " You and everyone else needa chill I'm fine ,Ima straight up G I got
this shit". We both got in the car and I started up the car driving out telling the guard to remember what I said earlier.
Now it was 7:30 in the morning I ain't even pass up the area of the shooting because I didn't wanna be bothered with the TMZ people and news shit so I went up Rosecrans and went to the spot where all of us hang out at I needed to have a little talk with the crew.
When I pulled up at the crib ......
TO BE CONTINUED
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