"Call up Slaughter Gang, you'll get your shit popped"
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Book inspired by all kinds of trap music.
Don't copy my shit, no translations. All copyrights belong to MEEEE😁.
I'm currently getting my hair braided so I decided why not write to pass time 🤣. Anyway, some people getting mad at how I'm representing Nicki lmaooo but I don't care y'all it's just a book and I believe she fits the character but y'all can always imagine them as someone else 🥰. Anyway, enjoy love .
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I walk into the hospital with August on my right side. We are on our way to go meet Max until August got a unexpected call from Meek saying they needed to "talk", I don't know what bout but August said it was important. August and I walk into the elevator and he instantly clicked the floor we were going to before standing in the corner.
"August we really need to see Max" I state thinking about how someone was watching us this morning, it was no one but one of Max's people...I mean who else would it be?
"I knoe, just gimme a second wit dis nigga cuh he on da fone buggin out" August reply while shaking his head at whatever Meek had said to him.
Truthfully, I never really fucked with Meek. He always seemed sneaky to me, Iike he always plotting, especially after him and Onikas situation. After that, I respected Onika so much and she respected me.... I never had to question her loyalty, should I now? "Yo"
I look up to see August outside the elevator with one of his legs still in the elevator,"yuh gud? yuh just standing there and shit like ya got damn retarded" he state. I roll my eyes before walking out the elevator "I was thinking nigga" I say before walking in-front of him, I kinda remember where his room was. He began to laugh "if that's how yuh look when you think den stop thinking" he say before stopping in-front of Meeks room. I roll my eyes "boy bye, just go an visit ya luh frann I'm waiting outside" I say before pulling a chair over and placing it beside the door. He shrugs before walking in and closing the door behind him.
Realizing I haven't been on my phone since forever, I take it out and my eyes go to the one I least wanted to see.
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After responding I roll my eyes, no I will not forgive him but I do want the truth.., I guess a five minute convo face to face won't hurt. I won't lie I really didn't like Michael at first because he seemed to be such a goody two shoes, he seemed as if everything about him was perfect. Even after dating him that was proven true but he also had lil flaws which I liked. He wasn't what I thought he would be which is what made me like him more.
"Nigguh stop fucking around" I heard August say before I heard a loud bang. I quickly jumped up and ran inside, when I walked In I saw the machine that was controlling his oxygen knocked over and Meek on the floor in his gown."August what the fuck, he's injured" I say looking between the two of them. August ran his hands down his face in frustration, "Fuck man" he said before goin to help Meek up. Meek was shot like a week or two ago which mean he's still in recovery, fucking around with August this nigga ain't never gone recover. "On fonem, If I wasn't in dis hospital I would fuck yuh up nigga" Meek say trying to get situated back in his bed. "Man we out" August say before grabbing my arm and dragging me out the door. But before I left I turned to the right and on the table was a wallet, but what made me realize it was because it was similar to the one Michael had. I chuckle a little, at my suspicions ..he's not the only one with that wallet.
As we make our way back the the elevator I push August off me. "Aight we out the room, you don't need to be touching up on me like dat" I state . He mugs me "Look man I'm tired I'll just take you back to get ya car, and call it a day". I shrug, there was no need to respond I was honestly tired as well, we've been driving around all day.
Once we get back to his car I pull out a fresh blunt I had in my bag, always keep a blunt on you that's rule number one to survive through this thing called life. "Look at yuh, feening to smoke" August state "and they call me a pothead". I roll my eyes before inhaling, and than exhaling a minute later. "Unlike you I have medical conditions, so I have no choice but to smoke" I state before passing the blunt to him. He looks at me and laugh "oh yea? What condition is that?" He say inhaling as well.
"Don't worry bout it pal" .
He looks at me and laugh before turning up the music. It was just the two of us and this blunt, chilling and vibing. Not caring about nothing else.
