Thugs and Drugs

My father warned me about guys like you. Instead of staying clear, I had to test the waters to see if the hype was true.

It wasn’t long before I realized that it was. I had no business fucking with these drugs or these thugs.

I knew about the guns in the trap house, every block you ran and the work in the stash house. Something about his thug passion, he put it down until we tapped out. We’d get high and then we’d pass out.

I could’ve gotten out early, but I was addicted to the paper. What never dawned on me was the type of loss that I’d take later.

The material things made my heart skip a beat. Versace on my body and Louboutin on my feet.

It’s a real fine line between being an asset instead of a liability. I doubt you would’ve let me get this deep if you weren't feeling me.

We built a high level of trust and understanding. Who knew that being a Down Ass Chick would turn out to be so damn demanding?

At any given moment, I could tell the drop-offs and pickups. He needed someone from the outside looking in to monitor loose ends or hiccups.

Whenever he’d call, no matter when, I came running. If Daddy needs a shooter, no hesitation, I was gunning.

Real life Bonnie and Clyde, we knew that we could take over the game. We came to fuck shit up. We came to bring the pain.

I knew it was coming, but I couldn't pinpoint the exact time. Wasn’t long before I was staring down the barrel of a rival's black Nine.

I stood there in shock, somewhat frozen in time. I waited for you to come through the door blazing. This time, it was my life on the line.

Nowhere to be found, my heart shattered. It was me or the drugs. I didn't know which option mattered.

You could always find another Bonnie even if she isn’t perfect. You could always find another plug but was losing everything worth it?

Now we stand in silence. Do we hash it out peacefully or resort to the violence?

A split second decision is all that you’ll get. Better hope that your aim is on point and it’s your target that you hit.

What I never got to tell you was that I was carrying your baby. As I closed my eyes, the door swung open. You came to save your lady.

He pulled the trigger before I could duck. From the looks of things, this was the day that I’d run out of luck.

His eye wasn’t on the prize so he missed. I’m sure y’all know the rest. The bullets from your 40 Cal gave him the kiss of death.

Bang