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You say you stayin’ (you stayin’)

See, hoe, you trippin’ (bitch, you trippin’)

See, I’m a killer (I’m a killer)

But I got feelings (I got what?)

I catch you with him (I catch you with him)

I just might kill him.

It feels like I’m doin’ the most (the most)

I like you, I’m lettin’ you know (you know)

They been runnin’ from me, they whole life (yeah)

But I ain’t into chasing no hoes (nah)

See, I cut this shit and just go (I’m gone)

If I like you, I’m fuckin’ you slow (yeah)

The nigga’smusic still made his family money ’til this day. That drill music shit made a nigga want to kill everything on the block. That’s the type of mood it put me in. I checked my face in the mirror like I was a bitch, but I was that nigga, before turning and looking for my brother and Grove. The crowd of people was so thick I couldn’t see shit. People were walking up and down the middle of the street. Bands and the Indians with the feather pieces marched in the parade on foot. I was missing everything until I saw Grove standing in the seat of his Spider.

“Move the fuck out the way. The Guerrillas coming through.” This nigga had a foghorn.

I laughed because he must have known that I was coming. People started to look around, and the crowd grew quiet. They were probably looking for Calliope because most people from the hood thought he was a fucking ghost. Not me, though. They knew me very fucking well.

I noticed people started to part in the middle of the street and stand on the sidewalk. I slowly drove up the street, looking for my brother. Grove was already on my left side, but I knewmy brother wasn’t far behind. Bitches and niggas were waiting to see him, and I was surprised myself that the nigga came out. That nigga didn’t like crowd or noise, so I was going to enjoy my brother while he was out. Of course, he did the clubs with me and shit, but hood shit, he didn’t entertain. He barely wanted to be a part of the family business, but he didn’t have a choice. Melph made sure of it.

I revved my engine, and the crowd went wild. I looked ahead of me and saw my brother sitting in his Spider with his leg hanging out the side, but what I didn’t expect was the bitch who was riding shotgun. Don’t get shit twisted; I ain’t have shit against the broad, but she rubbed a nigga the wrong way. She couldn’t be trusted. I understood that they grew up together and got it right on some reunited shit, but I didn’t trust her. This nigga’s nose was so far open that he couldn’t think past go with her, and I hated it. I told this nigga not to bring sand to the fucking beach?he did. I would keep my mouth closed, but I couldn’t wait until he brought her to the meeting. Melph was gon’ skin that nigga like a fucking cat.

I rode through the street until I was on the side of Grove. I put my shit in park and looked at him.

“Nigga, was all that necessary?” I shook my head at him and laughed.

“You fucking right because these motherfuckers weren’t gon’ ever move. Calliope big chilling in the front. You know they glad that nigga came out of hiding,” he leaned over to tell me.

I sat in my seat as the sea of people surrounded us. People we hadn’t talked to in a while, and others trying to figure out who the fuck we were. The females flocked to us, but my eyes were on my brother. He looked uncomfortable, and I didn’t like that shit. I got out of my ride and walked to where he was. I bombarded my way through the crowd to get to him and noticed he waschiefing a blunt. His bitch sat in the passenger seat with a mug on her face.

“I thought I told you not to bring sand to the fucking beach, nigga.” I tossed my dreads to the back, giving Klarity the death stare.

She knew I didn’t care too much for her. That shit been going on since we were younger. She was the only girl around a group of hood niggas, and the shit didn’t sit right with me. I said the shit loud enough for her to hear me.

She turned in my direction and started her yapping. “If I am fucking sand, it’s made of gold, nigga.”

I laughed at her stupid ass because she didn’t know how I rolled. Just like we had men, I also had a few hood bitches who wouldn’t mind fucking her ass up with one phone call.

Calliope would never understand the depth of my hatred for Klarity. I didn’t hate her enough to kill her, but she shouldn’t have come back to the city, and she and I both knew that. Before she left after high school, her father was in debt out the ass and couldn’t pay up. Back then, Melph didn’t kill females, so he paid for them to leave and killed her father. Calliope didn’t know that shit, and she couldn’t have told him. But from the look in his eyes, I knew he didn’t fully trust her. If she told him what happened and why she had to leave years ago, their relationship would be over, and Melph would feel his wrath. It wasn’t my mess to tell. I already didn’t like the bitch.

“Chill the fuck out, Klarity. We came out here for a good time, not a long time. You could go get a drink or something. I got my men all over here watching everything,” he said, nodding his head for her to get out of the car.

She gave him a look like she wanted to say something, but got out of the car.

“You always take Hellcat’s side like he always fucking right, and leave me to fend for myself. I’m tired of that shit.” She huffed and puffed getting out of the car.

I was surprised that he didn’t hop out to run around to her side to help her.