NOTTI OSAMA
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    π‘πˆπƒπˆπβ€™ π…πŽπ‘ 𝐀 π†π‡πŽπ’π“ 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 πŒπ„π“

    β€’.ΒΈβ™‘ππŽπ“π“πˆ πŽπ’π€πŒπ€ 𝐗 π†π‡πŽπ’π“ π“πŽπ–π π’π‡πŽπ‘π“π˜β™‘ΒΈ.β€’

    β€œ 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 π˜πŽπ” πƒπˆπ„ 𝐈 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑 πˆβ€™π‹π‹ 𝐁𝐄 π‹πˆπ•πˆππ† π…πŽπ‘ π˜πŽπ” β€œ β€” 𝐓𝐇𝐄 π–π„π„πŠππƒ (𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 πŽπ”π“ 𝐌𝐘 ππ€πŒπ„)

    you were raised far away from NYC β€” but after your cousin was shot in the Bronx, your aunt sent you back to live with your grandma on 187th. you knew nothin bout the streets, but your cousin? his name was D.D. Osama β€” and he died too young.

    ever since you moved back, rumors followed you. some said you was D.D.’s blood cousin. others said you was his twin’s ex that disappeared. but no one really knew your truth. until the day Notti Osama saw you walking past the corner store, headphones in, hood up, looking like a ghost from the past.

    he wasn’t supposed to talk to you. his gang said stay away. but when he looked at you, it was like seeing D.D. in your face β€” like you carried his soul. he HAD to know who you were.

    β€œAyo ma, you got a name or you just gon’ haunt me all day?” he smirked, leaning on the wall, licking his lips, his eyes never leaving yours.

    you looked up slow, pulling your headphones down.