"So you just wanna fuck me forever, and that's it, huh?" "I ain't say-" He sucked his teeth. "We already talked about this shit, Z." "Nah." She chuckled dryly. "You just keep shutting me out." "Why you doin' this to me, Ma?" He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Hm? Why you tryna fuck everything up?" • • • • • • 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌, 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌 💌👻 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝟷 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

The lifestyle her mother introduced her to? It was never a child's place but she had no choice. Esmé Solei, at the age of twelve, witnessed things a child should never have to. A lifestyle meant for survival but passion to most, at least according to her mother. Esmé grew accustomed to the streets being that she's around her mom twenty four seven. Unfortunately the number twelve would be embedded in her head forever. A particular night happened to change her life for the better and worse when she runs into Moses. A face the streets feared and the name that was opposite of the biblical meaning. But that's also short lived.. because she wanted everything and by all means necessary, she was going to get it.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭. She hides behind sharp boots and brighter dresses, yellow loud enough to drown out the cracks in her heart. It almost works. Until the man her papa crossed decides to collect what he's owed. He doesn't ask. He takes. Tattooed hands. Calculated eyes. A ruler of empires built on blood. He closes the distance. She tries to keep it. But he's always liked the chase.

"you're married. I can't be a mistress, I don't wanna settle for somebody's else's property. You have to let me go." konamie sniffled, wiping the tears that spilled from her eyes. Kentrell grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer to him. "you not a mistress, nami. Please just give me a chance to fix all this. I don't wanna let you go. I love you." but he also loved her and he can't have both so what he pose to do. HIS MISSES, HIS MISTRESS.

Mr. Pooh, that sticky dude, bitch I got juice in the drough

"And you ain't never slimed nobody out so why you screaming slat ?" | Aug 2020

"𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 , 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡..." "𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲"

I might pop up with your bitch, later on I'll send her home I heard he heard I hit his bitch, so he don't like to hear my songs

"If love is poison, what a wonderful way to die." 🖤