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𝕊𝕠𝕟𝕘: 𝔻𝕚𝕠𝕣- ℙ𝕠𝕡 𝕊𝕞𝕠𝕜𝕖

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"Shake it! shake it! shake it!" The crowd of people jumped in the street.

Before every street fight, we always have a lil party. I stood at a lamppost a little further away from them.

"You got a quarter?" A guy walked up to me.

He was referring to weed.

"Nate. I only got a gram on me tonight." I showed him the gram bag of weed.

"Ight, how much?" He dug into his pockets.

"$10." I passed him the weed and he slid a 10.

"Ight.." He muttered before walking off.

"She like the way that I..WOOOO!" Pooter came in doing that leg dance that Pop Smoke used to do.

I laughed at him.

"Maaaannn..this party on swole!" He hyped.

"I mean, I guess.." I wasn't really in the mood. I didn't even wanna deal tonight, I just wanted to stay home in my damn bed.

"If you ain't wanna be here, you can go, I'll sell for you." He put a hand on my shoulder.

"Thanks, but I'm good." I put my hands into my hoodie pockets.

"Christian Dior Dior!"

"Is it because of Baski?"

Yes.

"No nigga. Not everythin' bout her." I denied rudley.

"Ight damn, you ain't gotta be green bout it." He was a little taken back by my aggression.

"Y'all ready?!" Ronnie shouted.

"HELL YEAH!" The crowd shouted back.

The fight was bout to start.

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I was mindin' my business, just sellin' to anyone who wanted.

"Come at me! Who wanna catch a fade next?!" This nigga Bobby was hypin' up just 'cause he slumped 2 niggas.

I received a $50 and put it in the bag I walked around with.