Hit 'Em Up
2pac
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"Dial bitch" "I thought your ass was dead" "Yo can you tell her to shut the fuck up!" "except for human trafficking, i don't fuck with human trafficking"
Short stories of you and Javon Walton and the...
Being with Ashtray is a feeling i can't even describe. He makes me feel so loved. But i also have so much anxiety built up inside of me.
I can't even count all the times we almost died or we've been put in danger. Now i know it's not entirely his fault, but it is something that comes with dating a drug dealer.
Regardless, i chose this. He warned me countless times that this probably wasn't a good idea. But i didn't care. i trust him. i know he'll keep me safe.
A flash filled the room as I took a polaroid of Ashtray as he laid on his bed. The only thing on his body was a pair of sweatpants, leaving him shirtless.
I quickly grabbed the photo and started waving it around. i laid it face down on his desk so it could develop.
"Here my turn" he said as he grabbed the camera from me. He pointed to the bed as if he was telling me to sit. i placed myself on my bed and fixed my hair a bit.
i wasn't super dressed up, just some nike pros and one of Ash's shirts. He admired me for a split second and then brought the camera up to his eyes so he could take a picture of me.
