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•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐬 / 𝐓𝐞𝐧 𝗔𝘁𝗹𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮, 𝗚𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗮 November 2019: 9:28 𝗽𝗺 - Later that day -
"Niggas must not be tired of dying, well i don't get tired of shooting If he ain't talking bout no homicide then none of my niggas ain't do it Rapping ass nigga want smoke with me? Fuck nigga must be stupid I just bought a brand new MAC today, I already can't wait to use it"
Tired of shooting by Kshordy played through the speakers of Quando's car.
"Where you going?" I asked as I turned down the music. This nîgga just zoomed passed Joe's house.
"Oh shitttt cuhs." Quando chuckled as he reverse in someone yard turning around.
"I'm high as a mf, I forgot where we was headed mane."
"See this why y'all should've let me drive this bitch". Big B joked pulling from his joint.
"Mane shut up, you ain't even got yo license at yo ancient age." I spat out before bursting into laughter.
"Shut yo dick headed ass up." This nîgga was real life mad, ain't my fault nîgga.
"Bitch stop playing." I snatched the blunt away from him taking a pull.
We pulled up to baby joe's block about 3 minutes later and it was packed as fuck.
"Y'all gone head, I'm finna find somewhere to park this bitch."
"Bet." We replied as we got out the car. I made sure I had my phone as we all walked up to the door.
I glanced across the room automatically glanced at Liyah. I watched as she carried two drinks further in the living room then disappeared.
"Ten!" A homie yelled dapping me up. I barely showed up to shit like this, too much people be around.
