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Listen to NBA Youngboy- Overdose (Full Blast)
It's 10:30pm and I'm Outside of Five Guys with Brandon, Fuck Shit, Ray, Lay, Diggy, Jib and Jamal.
Brandon hands me a small cup of lean, barely able to stand up right in his new Jays. I braided up his hair the other day while we kicked it on his mom's porch, Fuck Shit is sitting on the table, rolling from side to side, sitting beside his feet is Lay, Jib is on his bike, he got a new dirt bike for Christmas and he hasn't gotten off it since.
Ray is next to her and across from his Jamal and Diggy leaving Brandon and I standing up. Ray is playing songs from his speakers, it's chilly out but not too bad as to where either of us are shivering like crazy. My teeth where chattering a tiny bit a little earlier on but the lean has warmed my entire body up, in fact the centre of my stomach is boiling but I don't want to be the light weight of the group so I take the drink, sipping it slowly.
"...No body around this table can tell me that NBA isn't the best rapper of this generation" Ray states blasting his favourite rapper from a bright pink bluetooth speaker. I shake my head as the others get rilled up.
"No, my nigga no body beat J Cole, that nigga is just pure talent" Jib shares getting hyped up.
"J Cole is cool and everything, if your into the conscious, meaningful shit, now 6ix9ine I fuck with him" Lay adds.
"What? All that niggas iffy, uh, blicky got the stiffy uh, rainbow headed ass, he's not even a nigga actually" Fuck Shit comments, slurring his words definitely the most faded of us all, he could never handle his shit anyways.
"You was bumping his shit the other day"
"He's a bitch that's why he's locked up now, I mean how many warnings did he need to finally realise that his niggas weren't actually his niggas?"
"For real" Ray adds.
"The best rapper of this generation awards goes to X, he can rap and sing and I'm pretty sure he was just getting started but niggas are always jealous" I add handing Brandon back the drink.
"Mhmm"
"I don't get why black people always have to be mad at each other for no reason" Jib adds
"What you mean?" Brandon questions
"Every time I walk by some black people they always bugging like I did some to them, I hate that shit"
"It's society" Jamal adds playing with his left over, stale fries that he had to buy so we could hang outside. Apparently it's the new policy, you can't sit on the benches or use the toilet if your not spending money here.
"Fuck society, it's ourselves, we choose to not fuck with each other"
"What time is it?" I question Brandon who grabs his phone and show it to me, it's 10:33pm.
"I need to get home soon"
"Shit it's early though"
"Yeah have another drink" Fuck Shit instructs handing over a 40. "K" I take it from his grip and chug a bit down, giving it back to him, I watch as he wipes off the rim with his sleeve.
"Why you wipe it for?"
"Shit, I don't know where you've been at?"
I flip him off showing him my perfectly French manicured nail on my middle finger, turning around when we hear a car pull up. The windows are dimmed, I can't see anything in the car, but it's a black BMW with one of the bumpers smashed up.
"Aye turn that down" Brandon comments, Ray turns the music down lowly, but still loud enough for us to hear Youngboy's harsh lyrics, Fuck Shit hops of the table almost tumbling over.
"Come here" Brandon tells me, grabbing my hand and pushing me behind him and Fuck Shit.
"What's good nigga?!" Fuck shit asks, his voice croaky and high as he holds the drink in one hand, making some of it spill over on his finger and on his gold rings creating a tiny puddle on the floor beside his Airforces.
"Nigga shut up" Ray tells him as he stands up to grab Fuck Shit. I watch as the window winds down low enough for a gun to poke through it. Everyone gets up and runs off. I follow after them running behind everyone. I see Lay hop onto the back of Jib's bike and watch them go down a different alley way. Ray, Fuck Shit and Jamal hop over a fence. Jamal pulls Diggy over as she couldn't climb over the fence on her own. I stick my Converse into a hole in the fence and grab the top of the fence and attempt to pull myself over.
"Take my hand Lark" Fuck Shit tells me holding his hand out. I take his hand, he tries to pull me over but my foot is stuck, the shape of the Converses is too wide for the holes.
"I'm stuck" I complain as we hear the car pulling up again.
Brandon grabs my leg pulling it out of the hole. I hear a gun shot, I jump over the fence when I witness Brandon pull out a glock from his waist and begins to shoot.
"Yo, Brandon come on!" Ray complains as he pulls himself up on the fence and hops over, making us run, splitting up accidentally. I run down the street, passing a group of guys, hanging out on their car, blasting out trap music, videoing themselves.
"What's up ma? You wanna be in the video?"
"It's gonna be on YouTube"
I continue to sprint, hearing them calling me 'ugly anyways' as I turn another corner, I put my hand on my knees, breathing harshly that it feels like my heart is tight and the taste of blood is in my mouth. In the far distance I hear another gun shot probably six or seven blocks down. I turn away and begin to march home, not jog but rush quickly. I dig into my pockets and grab my key, stuffing it into the hole. I open the door to see that the only light on is in the living room. I close the door resting on it to catch my breath.
"Where have you been? You know you have school tomorrow"
My mom begins hollering with her hair wrapped up in a scarf, with a whole baby blue bonnet on top with a matching silk robe wrapped around her body in her crocks.
"Sorry ma"
"Come on get to bed" I nod, climbing up the stairs heading to my bedroom. I remove my shoes and go over to the window, hearing another gun shot. I lean over to close the window and shut the blinds.
