Lowkey Hate You, Highkey Need You
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TyMir "Ty" Lane
22 years old. Hood-smart and rich young. Grew up scraping for every dollar, now flexing luxury without losing his edge.
Ty don't raise his voice - he lets his presence talk for him.
Loyal to his people, ruthless to outsiders.
Under the hoodies and iced-out watches, he got a real soft spot... but you gotta damn near die to see it.
Nasir "Nas" Benton
21 years old. Born into chaos and learned early how to bark loud enough to survive it.
Always in fresh kicks, gold ropes, and an attitude.
He's fire and fight bundled up in a pretty boy frame - all mouth, all heart, dangerous when cornered.
Behind that loud ass laugh though? He lowkey just want someone to grab him up and tell him he don't gotta fight no more
Nas stepped up, mad as hell. "Ain't nobody scared of you, nigga."
Ty sucked his teeth, shifted his weight lazy. "Shut yo loud ass up, bro. Always woofin', ain't never do shit."
Nas shoved him. "Keep talkin', I'ma show you somethin'."
Ty just laughed, low and disrespectful. "Yeah aight. Bet you fold before you swing, dum-."
Nas' jaw clenched up tight - swinging before ty could even finish his sentence.