"Nigga, lemme get sum' tea. It's hot as fuck out here." Bean said holding his hand out.

I looked up at him with low eyes, "Hell nah. You better take yo' ass to the corner store and get yo' own shit."

"Man, I hate stingy niggas." Bean smacked his lips causing everybody to laugh.

Me and my niggas is all chilling in front of Nick's crib. Me, Bean, Nick, Sunny, and Chris. The usual, like always. We were just coming back from a gang meeting. Turns out, the nigga I shot the other day is in critical condition at somebody's hospital. I'm not tripping off of him not being dead. He was just an example for the rest of them little niggas in YNG.

"So what y'all think 'bout that lil' nigga in the hospital? I know we already discussed it at the meeting, but I'm still thinkin' 'bout it." Chris questioned, sitting on the trunk of my car.

"I don't give ah fuck whether he survive or not," I shrugged, "That lil' nigga is still an example to YNG."

"I feel the same way," Sunny spoke before taking a pull from the blunt we were passing around. "Either way it go, it's still gon' stir sum shit up."

"Facts, dawg." Bean agreed.

"We just gon' have to be alert at all times." Nick chimed in.

"Most definitely." I nodded my head before taking the blunt from Sunny's hand.

"Fuck 'em pussy niggas, bruh." Bean laughed. "I'm proud of my lil' nigga right here," he pointed at Chris.

"Hell yeah, son." Sunny smiled. "My nigga got his diploma and shit."

"Right," Nick exclaimed, "lil' Chris smart as fuck, homie."

"Yeah, that's why I need you to go to the next level." I said, looking at him as I exhaled some smoke. I could tell he wasn't trying to listen to what I had to say because he wasn't feeling the whole college thing. "C'mere man."

He blew out a breath before hopping off my car and making his way over to me.

"Oh, hell nah." Bean smacked his lips, grabbing the blunt from me, "Yo' ass tryna preach and shit. Let my lil' nigga relax."

"Shut yo' ass up, Bean."

"For real. We tryna get mothafuckin' faded while you out here actin' like Dr. Phil."

I waved him off and glanced at Chris, "C'mon, let's walk since mothafuckas wanna be aggy."

"Aight." Chris chuckled as I got out of my car and walked down the driveway.

Once we were a good distance away from them childish niggas, I stopped walking and turned towards Chris. "You know I'm really proud of you, G."

"Thanks, B. I ain't even gon' lie, if it wasn't for you I would've dropped out ah long time ago. I appreciate you, Lucky. For real."

I smirked, "You know that's what I'm here for. You like my lil' brother, no doubt. Imma always make sure yo' knuckle head ass do better than me."

"You already know I look up to you, man. You doin' good tho'. I don't think you give yo' self enough credit for what you accomplished so far. My nigga, you took over ah gang at the age of seventeen and came up wit' ten businesses within three years. That's not easy, B."

"I know," I nodded, "but you don't wanna live ah life like mine. I got many men wishin' death on me. I'm on alert at all times 'cause I know niggas is gunnin' for me. You don't want that, trust me. I wish I wouldn't have dropped outta school 'cause I could've gotten outta this life, but I'm in too deep. Niggas dependin' on me and everything, so just be happy you got a way out of this shit and always remember that knowledge is key. I'm tellin' you. Not just in the streets, but everywhere. I already know you street smart, but I need you to be book smart and all kinds of smart, aight?"

He chuckled while nodding his head, understanding what I was spitting to him. "I gotchu'."

"Aight man. I wanna see yo' ass goin' off to college along wit' Lanae and Queen."

"Aight, imma think about it."

"Aight, lil' nigga. You ain't really got ah choice, but imma let you think you do."

"What you talkin' 'bout?"

I chuckled, "I already filled some applications out for you and I got yo' tuition if you worried about that."

Chris smacked his lips. "Damn, Lucky. You actin' like I ain't got no bread or sum."

"I'm just makin' sure you ain't got no excuses."

He shook his head at me, "You crazy man."

We shook hands as I looked over his shoulder and spotted someone familiar walking towards us.

"Aye, you exceptin' somebody?" I asked Chris.

"Nah," he scrunched his face up, "why you ask me that?"

I nodded my head in the nigga's direction causing Chris to turn around.

"Oh, that's that nigga Deon. He coo wit' Lanae and I speak whenever he speak." Chris informed me making me wonder what the fuck his ass was up to.

Once he was in front of me and Chris, I nodded my head at him. "Waddup lil' nigga?"

He ain't speak, he just continued staring at me before he gazed over at Chris.

"What's good Chris," he greeted, "lemme holla at Lucky real quick."

Chris squinted his eyes at Deon while I laughed. "It's coo' Chris. Lemme see what he want."

"Aight." He uttered, looking at Deon one last time before walking off.

I watched as he walked over to the rest of the boys, who were watching everything from the end of Nick's driveway.

I directed my attention back to Deon and crossed my arms, "Waddup?"

"I just came to let you know, you made ah mistake," he started off causing me to laugh, "did I say sum' funny shit?"

I threw my head back still cracking up before I became dead ass serious and looked at the little nigga standing in front of me. "Hell yeah 'cause my ass don't make mistakes. Let me guess.. you in YNG?"

"I'm ah new member since you tried to murk my cousin."

I nod my head and drop my arms to my sides. "I should've known 'cause I never spoke to you until today, but I gotta say yo' cousin is ah lucky mothafucka'. I aimed my gun at his chest, so I'm surprised the lil' nigga still holdin' on."

"Don't talk about my blood, nigga." Deon spat, taking a step towards me.

"Or what? Mothafucka', I don't fear shit, so you better back the fuck up before you get knocked the fuck out." I spoke coldly.

"You gon' regret fuckin' wit' my blood."

"Is this yo' lil' way of threatenin' me, nigga?"

"Nah, I'm promisin' you that shit." He crossed his arms.

"Well," I looked around before focusing my stare back onto him, "since you promisin' shit, it's only fair that I promise you sum' back. Look nigga, the only reason why you ain't dead yet is because of Lanae. I know y'all developed sum' type of friendship, so imma let yo' stupid ass slide this one time. But I promise you, bitch.. if you ever come at me sideways again.. you'll found yo' self six feet under. I put that on my soul, mothafucka." I spat as I felt my nostrils flare up. "Get the fuck outta here before you regret ever talkin' to me, nigga."

I watched Deon uncross his arms before walking away without a second glance at me or my niggas. When he started crossing the street, I got ready to make my way towards Nick's crib, but my whole body froze when a car suddenly swerved next to me.

Fuck, I cursed inside of my head.

I knew what the fuck was about to go down and to make matters worst, I left my glock in my car. As soon as I gazed over, I saw a gun pointed directly at me.

"Omari get down!" I heard Sunny shout, but it was already too late.

Their guns began firing bullets my way. I lifted my hand up, out of instinct, and immediately one penetrated it.

"Fuck!" I yelled, bending down as my niggas start shooting at the people in the car.

Surprisingly, they didn't shoot back at them. The niggas in the car just kept shooting at me until they were killed. In the short amount of time they were alive, they managed to shoot me six times. One time in my hand. Three times in my chest and twice in my left arm. Crazy, huh?

"Lucky, you good?" Chris asked as they all ran over to my body that was now lying on the blood stained sidewalk.

"Hell nah he ain't good!" Bean spat. "Do it look like he aight?"

I was about to tell Bean to chill out, but instead of words coming out my mouth, my own blood did. I was drowning in my own blood.

"Bean, chill the fuck out! Somebody got get his car," Nick instructed as he bent down to my level. "We gon' getchu' to the hospital, aight?"

I noticed my vision going blurry as Sunny ran off to get my whip. I began gasping for air, feeling my lungs fill up with blood.

"C'mon Omari, man. Fight that shit, you hear me? Fight nigga!" Nick encouraged me as they all watched me struggle for oxygen.

My body felt like it was on fire. Like I was in a pot full of boiling grease. Pain. It was everywhere. That's all I could feel. My body was weak, but I wasn't about to give up. I couldn't. All I could think about was how heartbroken Lanae would be if I was to die. I couldn't do that to her. I wouldn't.

"Uh, uh! Don't close yo' eyes Omari or imma whoop yo' sleepy ass." Bean threatened causing me to laugh and choke on my own blood at the same time.

"Stop bein' funny, nigga. You makin' it worse." Chris told him.

"Nigga, fuck you. This is me." Bean uttered.

"Y'all both shut the fuck up!" Nick hollered before Sunny finally pulled up beside us. "Help me get him in the car."

Nick and somebody else lifted me up causing me to hiss in pain. They quickly put me in the back seat before piling up inside of my car.

"Hurry up and get us to the hospital, Sunny!" I heard Bean yelled.

The car soon began moving at a fast pace.

My eyes grew heavy as I felt hands put pressure on four wounds.

"Merde." I groaned as blood continued spilling out of my mouth.

"My bad, homie. We gotta slow down the bleedin'." Nick apologized.

My eyes began shutting, but they opened back up when I felt a hand smack my cheek twice.

"Fight Omari! We need you, nigga. Yo' mama need you. Slum Money need you, but most of all Lanae needs you, B. Don't give up. We almost there!" Nick said.

I swear I was trying to stay up, but I couldn't anymore. I had no more energy left in me. My eyes slowly closed as I heard muffled voices shouting around me. I was gone.

50 cent once said that, death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard. I felt him on that, but I wasn't trying to find that out today. Or anytime soon.