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22 year old Jayden Valentine Christina has ever been with was some thug on the street that wanted to just fuck and leave. After her fame got serious ( Model) she stopped with...
"Jayden Nigga where you been? Where the fuck my shit at!?" Turning around and seeing the same exact Nigga that's been stalking me about the same ass drugs for the last 3 months.
"Man I told you to leave me the fuck alone. I can't always have yo' shit. Don't you have some other nigga selling to yo' ass. Why I gotta be harassed?" I asked putting my phone in my back pocket.
On the streets you can't trust no nigga even if they yo' friend I was taught to trust nobody.
"And like I said for the past fucking months. If you don't get my shit I'm gone blow yo' ass up. I don't care if you bring some ugly ass dyke with yo' ass I'm blowing ha ass up too. Now for the 11th or more time Jayden Valentine Christina I want my fucking shit. I ain't gone tell yo' ratchet ass again," seeing him walk away as I sigh the breath I didn't know I was holding.
I've been on the streets since I was 13 years old. Sell in' crack one the streets anything my momma gave me that was usable to get money fo' I sold it. My momma knew I was on the streets she didn't give no shits because she was out here with me and my little sister that I lost when I was 14.
My sister was the world to me. Ha' name was Kayla Christina. She was only at the age of 1 when she passed and boy that was a hard time fo' my momma and I.
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My daddy on the other hand. I've never met him. Never seen his face. Don't know what he look like. Don't know if he got up and ran off after he found out my momma was pregnant. I don't give two fucks about him anyway.
Me and my Sista had my momma last name since there was no daddy on neither of our birth certificates she decided to give us her name. I own this name. I would never change this name even if someone put a gun to my head and told me to.
After the death of my momma and after I started loosing my game and everyone one the block I sold drugs to started threatening to kill me. I knew I had to get my ass up off them streets before I end up like my momma. Messing with the wrong person and getting shot at the corner store.
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