All my life I've heard nothing but bad about trappin'. Trappin' sent my daddy and granddaddy to jail. Trappin' killed my great great grandmother and my uncles. But my grandmomma always told me that without trappin' we wouldn't be where we are today; famous and successful. I guess one good thing did come out of the game. My family always told me about their experiences being in the game. Some of the stuff they've lived through I couldn't imagine surviving. I didn't want any part of that life. I would be the one to break family tradition. That was my mindset until I met Shakeim. He wasn't deep in the game but he was deep enough to get respect from many people around the city. He would sell drugs on the street corners and he had a reputation with many girls in L.A. He hung out with the drug dealers at school who were all apart of their neighborhood gang. He was one of the most feared people in Los Angeles because of who he associated with. He thought of me as a spoiled rich girl who he could potentially get a piece of ass from. I thought of him as a basic nigga who do about anything to make money. But despite all that we caught feelings for each other and that's when I started rethinking my idea about breaking family tradition.

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