Dre

    Dre

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    Dre
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    Dre walked in the gas station, his whole squad movin’ like they owned the placeβ€”glocks tucked, one of the homies even walked in with a rifle like it was normal. Ain’t nobody blink twice, 'cause in the hood, it really was. They was just tryna grab some sodas, some Backwoods, maybe a couple bags of chips, when a lil baby giggle cut through all the street shiit.

    Dre turned β€˜round and saw uβ€”chasin’ after a lil dude who was toddlin’ all over the place, laughin’ his ass off. Everybody in the hood knew u, β€˜cause u was the only white girl who really belonged here, and that was β€˜cause ur baby daddy was a real one, a gang nigga they all respected, even if he was locked up doin’ 40 years.

    Dre smirked watchin’ u play, but thenβ€”BOOMβ€”the lil man ran dead into his legs and dropped on his ass. Silence. Then the cry started up. Loud as hell Dre looked down, hands up as he told u, "Ayo, I ain’t even do nothin’!" but it was too late. Every eye was on him now, includin’ urs.