Imma drown a nigga in the river of lost souls

Imma drown a nigga in the river of lost souls

You shook your head to the beat. A few of you loose curls flying everywhere around your face even though you'd put it in a bun. (Admittedly it wasn't the cleanest bun, as your hair was the last thing you did that night but it also wasn't that messy)

You looked up at the stage, the tattooed rapper screaming his lyrics before aiming the mic at the crowd.

But you weren't focused on him, you were focused on his energy. The way he gave every last ounce of his being to the crowd even when he wasn't rapping . It was a give and receive sort of relationship he seemed to have with the crowd.

They gave one-hundred and he gave one-thousand.

But he didn't seem to mind as his eyes scanned the crowd. Chest heaving as he was completely out of breath. His eyes traveled the crowd until they met mine. By now the ending instrumental of the song ended and we'd only been staring at each other for a few seconds but it felt like hours.

I kept eye contact while blinking, keeping a lazy grin 'cause I didn't want no tension between us but he walked off stage before I could even mouth a 'hi'.

"Thank you, (Your State)."

He walked out, unto the left entrance/exit of the stage.

"Next" The bouncer yelled, but his voice stayed monotone as he shuffled the next three people in line into the VIP room where all of VR/Members Only was located.

I had no idea why I grabbed the VIP tickets off the ground. I just wanted to see the show, not the people in it. But something stirred in my chest when I seen the white card sitting on the ground, a little dirtied up but still practically mint-ish condition.

I'd wiped it off on my jeans before slipping it on my neck and standing in line.

I was one of the last three people they ushered in before Members Only had to go back to their hotel or whatever.

I stepped on the bus and the smell of gass hit me dead in the face. Wifisfuneral (Isaiah) was smoking a fat blunt with some thiCCCc blonde bitch. Her tracks were messy but her ass was the only thing he was paying any attention too.

I tried my hardest not to look awkward even though nobody except for some pink haired boy and another dude with dark dreads was really even acknowledging my presence. I knew one of them as Lil Pump (Gazzy) and I simply assumed the other was Smokepurpp (Omar).

I leaned against the wall of the tour bus. I could use a blunt but I didn't want one that one of these nasty niggas and hoes done already had they mouth all over. This was a prime opportunity for me to leave if I wanted, but something in my chest told me to stay.

"You 'gon stand there like fool or is you finna sit 'cha ass down somewhere"

I jumped at the raspy voice beside me, it sounded like he had spoken directly in my ear but he was a good six inches away from me. I looked at him from the corner of my eyes, already a little dazed from all the smoking going on around me.

"You only got an hour here" He said, cancer stick hanging dead between the corner of his lips. I shrugged. "And?" I said back, the less time here the better. I didn't like the way he'd spoke to me like I was some hoe so I gave him attitude as I glanced at him from the corner of my eye again to see that he was staring at me dead on.

So I turned to him.

"What'cha lookin' at" I asked, crossing my arms as I watched him light his cig. "You" was all he said before he grabbed my wrist and pulled me between all the hoes and drugs to the back of the tour bus.

"Ohh Ski finna get some ass tonight" Someone hollered.

I felt my face heat up before I heard Ski sing

"Not tonite"

I let out a low chuckle as he pulled me into a private part of the bus. Like a little make shift studio. "What'cha doin' here anyway?" He asked me like we knew each other. I shrugged about to open my mouth to answer before he cut me off. "Nah mama. I ain't on with that shy shit. You wasn't shy when you was staring dead at from the front row was ya? I didn't think so" His eyes met mine before he fumbled in his pocket for a red lighter to light the cancer stick between his lips. He was one of the few people that could really pull off the 'Im smoking 'cause I low-key wanna die slowly' look really good.

"I asked you a question" He said as he blew smoke into the air, filling it with poison.

I quickly snatched the cigarette from his lips and stubbed it on the glass. "You might wanna but I ain't tryna die in ten years nigga" I muttered as I sat it on the frame. He cracked a smile.

"I knew you could talk" He said as he pulled a small bag filled with green from his shorts pocket.

"Who doesn't" I said as I watched him roll a backwoods.

"Don't give me no attitude lil ma-" I cut him off

"(Y/n/n) or (Y/N). I don't care. But you don't know me well enough to call me-"

"Shut up and hit this joint (Y/N)" You liked it better when he called you lil mama but you didn't want him thinking he could get fresh with you like he could those other hoes.

I did as told and hit the blunt before I felt everything get hazy real quick.

"Can't handle my shit?" He asked as I felt his hand on my hip now. "Nigga fuck off me-" I said as I pushed his hand away, my own hand flying to the wall as I leaned against it for support. "I ain't one of ya lil hoes nigga" I said as I made my way over to the rollie chair beside him.

Things were starting to clear up now and I felt a lazy grin coming to my face.

He handed me the blunt as he leaned against the wall.

"I said don't be hitting me wit cho attitude. You ain't no damn hoe if you was I wouldn't be smokin' my good wit cha" He said as he took it from between my lips.

"What would you be doin'?" I asked as I felt that high hit me hard.

That shit went straight to the dome.

"Id bi slurping yuh nassy soul fram yuh pussy ma." He said in Jamaican patois accent before handing the blunt back to me. "Though, I only do that to hoes. 'cause di di ones wid di nassy souls." He said as he stood and walked in front of me.

I blew smoke in his face. "Yuh smell lakka blue berry." He said, that Jamaican accent doing wonders to my soul . He grabbed my hand gently as he pulled me up, sat in the chair and then sat me back on his lap in one swift motion.

He turned me side ways so my legs were hanging off the arm rest of the chair. "Share di smoke ma" He whispered in my ear as he brought his lips close to mine.

I felt light headed, Everything was so damn hazy.

I blew the smoke into his mouth, our lips centimeters away from each other.

The door burst open and I saw the pink haired dude again, a random female on his hip. "You gettin' head" He asked, even though his words sounded slow and deep. "Nah. We really just talkin' " Ski mask replied as he blew the smoke into the air.

"She look like she finna pass out" The pink haired dude said as he turned his head from the hoe trynna kiss on his neck. "You really finna get this dick girl" He muttered but I wasn't really paying attention as my eyes started to feel droopy.

"Close the door Gazzy, you lettin' the smoke out" Ski spoke and the pink haired guy, now known as Gazzy left.

"Sorry bout dat ma" He muttered as he patted my cheek gently. "Ima take you back to my bunk" He said, his accent fading and his raspy voice returning. I could barely keep my eyes open to watch as he gently put out the blunt and picked me up bridal style.

The last thing I remember is his arm on my waist as he crawled into his bunk with me and him saying something along the lines of

"You real different (Y/n)"