SouthSide

XII

She was sitting in her father's trap listening to Nipsey Hussle as she sold a few bags of acid and perp. Nate was out handle something that he didn't really speak on and asked her to hold it down for him. She got up as the man pulled the door up as he walked out. She went to the room in the back turning the music up some.

Nipsey was honestly one of her favorite artist and founding out he died hit her kind of hard. She remembered those days were her and parents would be in the car going grocery shopping or whatever and they'd be rapping his lyrics. She walked out the room and stopped as she seen Jashaun and Troit sitting on the other couch all comfortable she glared at the both of them as she remembered she said shit was on sight.

She walked and stopped behind the couch she was sitting on and reached between the couch pillows and the arm of the couch. She was trying to find the gun Nate keeps stashed there but cutting. "Baby I know you." Jashaun said as he waved the gun around. "My name is Isriel."

She said as she looked at him. Troit chuckled. "Ha name is Isriel, she Smoke girl na memba." The two of them laughed. "Smoke's girl." Jashaun chuckled as he stood up. "Yeah I upgraded from a bitch to a real nigga." Jashaun stale faced her. "I ain't no bitch." He said as he glared at her. "I bitched you out fo fun, you a bitch." She said simply.

"Fuck y'all hea fo?" "Nate's not pickin his phone, something was stolen from me and I want it back as of yesterday." Troit said as he stepped towards her. "Like I said." Isriel said as she folded her arms across her chest and rolled her eyes. "Fuck y'all hea fo?" "Cause Yo mom's a treason ass bitch and I want Idress's chain back!"

"Bitch if anybody's a bitch it's you. And I don't got it." She said. "So stop being a couple of bitches and grow some balls and a dick and go talk to Smoke." She said as she looked Troit dead in his eyes. Troit chuckled. "You gonna get that chain Isriel, or yo ex hea gon kill Lamontae."

"And shit maybe I'll burn ya pops trap down." Jashaun said as he looked around the place. "Still disrespectin the nigga that invented yo line up huh?" Silence fell as they all looked at eachotha. Troit wanted to grab her by her throat so bad to tell her to get his chain back but he couldn't because it'll be disrespecting her father.

"I promised yo father I'd protect." Troit said. "But if I don't get that chain back I'm gunnin fo all yo's includin you." He said tapping Jashaun's chest. They turned around walking out the trap.

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"This nigga is fucking insane!" She yelled on the phone. "He real insane to think he finna be gunnin fo me." Lamontae said. Isriel sucked her teeth. "That bitch nigga ain't finna touch you." She said. "So whatchu finna do?" Washaun asked. "Not shit, that ain't got none to do wit me. Told them to grow some balls and to get it them damn selves.

Then Troit gon have the nerve to say my daddy told him to protect me but if if he'on get that chain back he gunnin fo me and mines." Washaun laugh. "Fuck he is Deebo?" He asked. Isriel laughed as she walked outside locking up the trap. It was four in the morning, which was closing time. "Anyway it go I'm not doin anything,

Im'a let Smoke know of course cause that's his problem, he wearing the chain not me." "Facts now hurry up and get in this car." Lamontae said yawing. "I'm tired as hell." Just as he said that she got into the car. "Whea my chain at?" Washaun said with his deebo expression. Isriel shook her head "Fuck outta hea." She said as she laughed a little.

"Let's go man I'm beyond tired." After Lamontae and then dropped her off in front of her building she walked inside going up to her floor. She walked up the stairs yawning with her eyes closed. Athe second she opened her eyes she noticed black bags and all herald her moms things thrown out on the floor. Her eyes widened as she looked at it.