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Aniah........
"What's this like some hood therapy" Roddy asked as we both laughed. "Yeah call it that way" I replied.

"Some fucked up shit happened today" he said as he laid on my lap on my bed.

"What" I asked him while playing in his hair.

"Caught ma best friend laid up with ma girl of three years" he replied with a teary eye.

"Shit, am sorry bout that" I said as I continued to stroke his hair.

"It fucking hurts man" he said.

"I know, its fine, she ain't the right one for you anyways, you need a girl who gon luh you respect you and alla shit Bruh, she a reality check for you to wake up" I said as he just looked at me then starting laughing.

"This really hood therapy"

Roddy......

Today I officially move into ma crib oooh shit a nigga felt like yeah, only ma mama could see me now.

I was blessed but in reality cursed. Cause this money didn't come clean.

"Ay man" Tyga hit me up as we sat in ma kitchen.

"This bitch big as fuck bro" he said making me chuckle.

"Thanks Bro, you changed ma life and loyalty to you till I die" he said as we dapped.

"Nigga tryna reach out to you man, you know it's bro before hoes" he said as I sighed.

"Snoop ya man, that shit, ya all work it out man" Tyga said as I nodded.

Hell no!

"Ima go check how the trap look like, our first trap ever, no more working in the corner" he said as we laughed and dapped.

I looked around ma kitchen I realized I needed to go shopping, and one person could help me. Petty.

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Do you know proofreading and editing is hard as hell😏😌but am proud of ole me doing it.

Love And The Streets.