excuse any mistakes.
Tylil Reed Moore🏙
Harlem, New York.
"wish these niggas stop posting cash app flips." I shook my head pressing on snaps
Siah walked into my room sitting on the edge of the end finishing the clip
"shit don't make no sense, how I send you $30 dollars and you give me $300 back." he joined in
"that's a fact!" I laughed fixing my hat
"boy why do you still have that hat on in my house?" my moms asked standing near the door
I shrugged my shoulders leaning on the pillow
"how's your mom Siah?"
"she's getting better I been over there helping out."
"okay good I'm going there later, you could catch a ride with me if you want to."
he thought about it for a minute and then shook his head staying silent
"okay, y'all I'm leaving don't fuck up my house."
my mind wandered back to last night and thought about the girl...
I forgot her name something like, Demon ion know
"bro why you look like that?"
"that girl— from last night what's ha' name?" I said still thinking
"how the fuck I'm supposed to know." he straight-faced me
"bitch ass nigga."
I kicked him off the bed getting off as well, we put our shoes on going to the kitchen
"let's go nigga."
I got off behind him as the elevator went to the 13th floor, all my life I lived in this building and I only been up here a couple of times
Siah leaned on the wall putting his hoodie up staring at me
nigga always in his bag
I went to the first door earning no answer so I banged again kicking the door twice
an old lady opened the door letting her dog get out the house