From the CA. (YG FANFIC)

FINAL.

This IS one of the final chapters, to this story, I don't know about no got damn sequel y'all lol. I appreciate who ever took time to read this, it was a long chapter that I sat for some time writing. It's one last chapters to this then it's over. E N J O Y!

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Z A R I E L L E

I wanted to curl, up in a ball- cry until the tears weren't no longer there, how could he dare do such a thing. Fuck, a random bitch after, he poured what seemed like his heart out the other night.. I shouldn't have gotten to comfortable on his words though. But, I did. He made it all seem, like a fairytale when this was reality biting me in the ass to awaken me.

Reality, wasn't biting me in the ass too- but, love was taking it's role when you're in love some are so deep in it that they get love blind- swearin' up, and down he wouldn't give hoes play, I see he on the streets giving these hoes my dick. Won't be long before I drop his ass then it can be community dick, I wouldn't need him nomore.

If I ever catch that bitch on the streets it's cool. I'm not gone fight the bitch cause keenon's her man, the man I know anit out there doing shit like that, she could keep him since he wanna these popcorn ass bitches. Make a mental note to y'all selves do not trip over no man, he could give his soul out to you, Jump to things he vowed he wouldn't do.

I grabbed the car keys to keenon's momma car- he wanna play games, Imma find his ass. He been gone, since last night it's two thirty, in the afternoon, he hadn't bothered to hit me up to busy all on a girl. I let my head rest on the steering wheel, then banged on it before backing up. He must not be home from what mama shonee tells me her herself stopped by, while I was out, he didn't answer the door, she even used her keys.

I've only met one of his homeboys, too bad I shot him. Me, an the K dude haven't seen eachother once he prolly knew where keenon, was at. At the corner was a group of young boys waiting on they next sale. No, child of mines is going to be born in Compton this not no place you wanna raise yo little girl, men out here'a watch ya precious daughter grow up to be the next prostitute on the corner. Don't forget ya sons- nigga turn, and kill you.. cause you was doing better than them. They cain't stand to see you achieve, nor grow fuckin' pussies.

I reached in the famous compartment, I learned all hoodlums keep their belongins and mama shonee keeps a small knife. I put it in my back pocket.

"Oh shit it's the opps." A dumb ass young boy start running, I got out the car gettin' to him. What was I on? these boys, ca' murk me right here.

"Chill, you know'a guy named K, or Kdot." I looked deep in his eyes, waiting for him to tell me some lie so he wouldn't be refered a snake. His homies long gone, up the street not waiting up on him.

"Nah." He spat.

"Look I ain't them cops, I gotta find my boyfriend yg, you know of him." I ask, his cold look turned to a sly, smirk it threw me off. Keenon, had youngs like him workin' down at the trap maybe, he recruited him.

"That's my homie. I'm sonny, Kdot live right in them project right dere lil mama. You fuckin' with the wrong, man come get with me." I kissed my teeth, ready to open the door.

"Some homie you are sonny,"

I parked the car getting out, the project homes are right behind me, I saw sonny on the phone talking about, deep shit hopefully he's calling keenon to make my trip easier. I banged on the door that was beggining to become in need of new paint the steps, linger with cigarette butts, and weed baggies. Fosho' this a local trap house.

"Is yg, here?" Using his street name, I wonder how he might react to his government name out on them streets.

"Just missed em." She smiled at me sweetly, my eyebrows got awfully close -it's the bitch from the video snatching the door open she shrieked, backing into the wall.