"Nigga i know you ain't went out and bought her no fucking Chanel bag, starting to think yo ass do crack or something."
I was tired of this nigga and his relationship problems.
I mean i couldn't talk, i just bought my ole lady one too.
Fuck i look like? Iyanla fix my life?
"What you mean nigga? She deserve it."
"Ian talkin' 'bout whether or not she worth it but you buying her bags and shit like you not finna fuck up again, stop getting that girl hopes high."
Ian gone lie, that shit Bj be doing to her ain't cool. None of us even be pressuring the nigga to cheat, he do that shit on his own.
That shit also ain't my business though.
"Bitch i told you i was done with that shit. Don't nobody say shit when you out here cheating on Nicki, only difference between us is you cover your tracks."
"Tend to the business that pays you, mind yo business when it comes to me and mines."
"And you do the same nigga."
Ainno way bruh telling me to mind my business when HE the one who came to me with this shit.
"Aye though i need you to hit up this party with me later, ian tryna go in that bitch solo."
"Shit bet who party it is?" i said.
"Them north side niggas."
"Aigh cool, send me the flyer."
"Bet, meet me at the spot round 11.
I ended the call and went to my closet to find something to wear.
Them north side niggas be litt so it's finna be a movie.
I met Bj at the location he sent and we entered the party together.
Like usual, niggas showed mad love as we entered the building.
"What up Kill Bill?" "I know them ain't them central Chicago niggas"
Everybody and they momma know who we is.
It ain't like we famous or nothing, niggas just show us respect 'cause they heard what we done did to folks.
And they ain't tryna end up on a T-shirt.
The outfit i picked out was slight drip.
Something that wasn't too flashy. A rugrat's shirt with customized jeans and a jean jacket to match and my G-fazos.
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I also had on the rolex my nigga Black had got me.
Shit was iced out as fuck.
We made it to some nigga section and gassed up with some of the north side niggas that we knew.
Guess i was wrong about it being a "moViE"
Being that we both in relationships, it wasn't really shit to do.
I mean them niggas cool but we don't got shit in common.
We on top and they not. We damn near they role models.
As i planned to face another blunt, i noticed some nigga eyeing me down. I disregarded the shit because it was hella niggas where i was, maybe he was looking at somebody else.
Bj in here runnin' his mouth with these folks and wasn't even really talking 'bout shit.
I was getting bored and annoyed while trying to figure out why the fuck we came here at the same time.
Annoyed by how much talking they were doing, i got up and went to get a drink.
If ima be here i might as well get fucked up.
After getting a glass of Henny from the bartender i noticed that same nigga looking at me.
I hope this nigga don't want smoke or nothing cause it ain't nothing but a thing to air this bitch out.
On god.
I downed my first shot and headed back to the bar to get two more.
Thirty minutes passed and them shots was starting to get to me.
"Aye Bj come here right quick." i said.
"Wattup bruh?"
"Aye no cap it was a nigga over there looking at me"
Right when i was pointing to where the nigga was standing, I saw him looking at me again.
That liquor was in my system now and I was even more out my body.
"His ass looking again, I'm finna go see if he got a problem or some. It ain' nun to air this hoe out."
As i approached the nigga he did a slight laugh.
The fuck funny?
"Nigga you got a problem or something? I caught you staring at me like you on some nut shit, issa issue?"
"Issue? Nah nigga, im just tryna figure out how you ain't dead yet." he said.
"Dead? The fuck you talkin' 'bout? Do i look dead nigga?"
"Oh so bruh you ain't heard? Somebody dropped half a mil on yo head."
A nigga dropped a bag on my head? Gotta be cap.
Must be a real bad mothafucka to play wit my top like that, niggas round here know i murk shit.
I laughed at that shit. "A mil on who head?"
I was really out my body now, ready to do a nigga sum.
"Tell them niggas ian hidin'"
I said that shit loud enough to where the whole club could hear.
"Aye nigga what happened?" said Bj.
"This nigga talkin' 'bout some a nigga got half a mil on my head right now so i'm letting the mfs know ian hidin'."
"Man chill out, tuck yo pipe. You know ain't no nigga crazy enough to try you on no shit like that."
"Ain't no chill out nigga im finna air this bitch out right quick, watch out."
"Man no cool out, matter fact come on let's dip."
He led my out of the club and asked me was I good enough to drive.
"Hell yeah im good, ion need no babysitter. I'm finna go home to my ol' lady for i do some shit that have me behind bars for life."
I got in my whip and texted Nicki to tell her I was on the way home.
She the only one who know how to make this rage shit feel better.
