-- 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒕 * 𝑴.𝑻.𝑺.

x. tina snow

this imagine is from my regular rappers imagines book but...i'm deleting the book but i really favor this imagine so.

TINA SNOW
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"her."
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OMNISCIENT

it was saturday morning.

y/n just got off of a flight from your hometown to houston.

you were staying with your brother until break was over, because your mother was down bad, so the least he could do was bring you in to let y'all mother get back on her feet.

you dreaded to come to houston because you KNOW your brother specializes in gangbanging. he knows the game all too well.

he told your mother he'd keep you out of trouble.

your mom told him not to bring you around his thirsty hood friends because you're newly 18 and your sex appeal is growing to be strong.

you quickly snap out of your thoughts as you heard knocking on your door.

"come in." you shouted.

"wassup big head, listen, i'm taking care of business downstairs, so if you want anything, please get it before she comes in."

"who is she?" you mindlessly asked.

"someone that doesn't matter to your existence."

you scoffed.

"are you hungry?"

he continued.

"who is the girl you're talking about? do you have a girlfriend?"

he sighed, face palming himself, letting his hand slide over his almost, non noticeable, couple of face tattoos.

"no y/n. just don't come downstairs. this is only gonna take a minute. DONT come down these steps unless you bleedin' or somethin'."

he demanded, beginning to close your door.

"what if r kelly is in my closet?"

he stopped and squinted his eyes.

"ain't he in jail?"

"i don't know and honestly don't care. just go, i heard what you said." you chuckled a bit.

"alright lil sis." was the last thing you heard before he closed the door.

you grabbed your phone and began to scroll down your timeline on twitter, laughing a bit at the content you seen.

you began to get bored, and when you get bored you want to do the opposite of what someone tells you if it will get you out of that boredom.

you shut your phone off and threw it off to the side, sitting up, looking outside of the balcony door that was placed in the room you were sleeping in.