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buttered pecanβ what does your last text message say?
reply to 310-###-#### β new phone, who dis?
peppermint + mint chocolate chip from ask games.
mint chocolate chipβ whatβs your favorite thing in your closet right now?
βΒ my red bandana and pink cozy zipper jacket by louis vuitton. one of my first high fashion trophies.Β β
peppermintβ what song lyric describes your love life right now?
βΒ girls, girls make me drink girls make me think girls like it on my dick now girls, they try to get me mad i try to make 'em sad so they fall in love with meΒ β
β mercy is a luxury you donβt deserve.β
"i'm asking you once again, redd." the officer's voice boomed in a mix of him smacking his gum. chew. a word. chew. a word. chew. a word. trippie knew one thing for sure; if another motherfucker would ever again chew a damn eucalyptus gum in front of him, well, bad for them because tripp was going to break their neck. that smell. that sound. although, nothing much he could do inside of those four walls, with huge fences outside and armed guards. and to add more to it, his hands were cuffed as well. "names. i need names." bellick said as he leaned his face closer to trippie's bloody one. "brenda, latisha, linda, felicia, dawn, leshaun, ines, and alicia." rogue rasped as the taste of his own blood filled up his mouth. "oh, you think it's funny?" officer bellick smirked before his facial expression scrunched up in grimace of anger, the anger he released on the nineteen years old, at that moment, red head. hit after hit, and now rogue was sitting with his head down, his dreads swinging down as some red drops falling onto his lap. "i swear you will beg me to stop, but mercy is a luxury you don't deserve." bellick hissed as he cracked his knuckles. it was silent until a low chuckle slipped past rogue's slit lips. "ya gon' never hear me beg. tables might turn one day..." after saying that, everything went black for rogue. he woke up only the next morning. that's how he spent his first day behind the bars.
β Are you coming back? β
trippie's deep irises stared at her doll like face. man, she was beautiful, to him, she was one and only, yet his gaze was blank. her long, aqua and pink dreads were covering her bare chest; she sat on the bed in a position he loved the most, calling for him, knowing damn well how to seduce him. "i gotta go." tripp said as he turned his back to her. it was a moment of silence; it was her being confused on why he's not besides her right now and why he's so cold, and him, wondering if she was smart enough to realise that he knows everything. "are you coming back, baby?" alexandria questioned in her smoothest tone, her last attempt to get his attention. tripp stopped in the doorway for a moment then looked over his shoulder. "i might. when you'll least expect it." rogue said and stepped out the room; he was dead serious, while she thought it was a promise for some adventurous night.

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"aye, the fuck, what was dat for?" rogue rubbed on his freshly assaulted shoulder, his nose wrinkled up. it took him a second to get back to his chuckling since he knew damn well why he got his punch for. "ya gotta stop callin' me by my government, sol, shit gives me flashbacks." he smirked and downed his drink, leaving the glass empty while the burning liquor traveled down his throat. redd. he could still hear them guards shouting out his last name. "but i heard ya, loud and clear. no more games." his lips twitched in a tiny grin before he rose up from his seat. "they already know ya name. just give it a time. the rose blooms outta small sprout." tripp went to open one of the cabinets and pulled out a basket full of snacks. "chips, gummies, whatever other shit ya can find here. i'm the king of munch, ya should kno dat." trippie announced as he carried the basket over the couch and placed it next to the female. "but yea, i wish i was at yo' party 'cause i just wanted to let ya kno' i'm proud of ya. ya gonna be big one day, just watch."
"wait a sec'.." tripp stopped on his tracks and brought hand to his the side of his ear as if in attempt to hear her better. "did ya just ask if i have any liquor? ya might be kiddin' me." rogue sucked on his teeth through a wave of laughter before he ended up by the couch with both drinks in his hands, one handed over to the female. he then sat down and threw one leg over the box that played a role of the magazine table, for right now. "aye, i had to fake all dat shit instead of exposing my homeless ass." tripp clarified as his lips formed a faint, crooked smile. that's what pride and ego do to you, you don't even tell your best friend you don't have nowhere to go. rogue aimed his october eyes at kiera, his sight alert as she spoke about the party. the shade of frown layered over tripp's face while he took a slow sip from his cup. "i hate dat shit happened. something that had to be 'bout ya ended up being sum' else. but yo! they gave ya crazy ass some clout." rogue brought back the grin to his freckled face, although he barely wanted to smile when it came up to the party. "i'm just glad you're okay. ya got the damn press buzzin' so that's wassup!" tripp fist bumped her shoulder then suddenly got up. "shit, almost forgot. ya want to eat or sum? maybe snacks, maybe weed, ion kno', ya want anythin'?"
tripp embraced his best friend in a firm hug before freeing her and then locking the door. his teeth were naked in a wide grin; his facial couldn't even hide his excitement for kiera being here. it felt like it's been hundred years since they were on their good terms, and oh how much he missed it. "mi casa su casa and all'at shit, ya already kno'." he chuckled as his hand now brushed the back of his neck. rogue still felt like his place looked a little trashy, so when the female left a pretty nice review it made him feel much better. he went over to the kitchen area and opened his mini bar and peeked at kiera over his shoulder. "what ya trynna drink? i know ya ain't gon' ask for some damn water." tripp smirks as he takes out two glasses. "but yea, wanna know the honest truth? before the grandma died, i ain't really lived here. he passed away like.. two month ago? so yea, whenever we had parties and shit over here, it was a damn sneak in even tho i was actin' like i do live here." rogue shook his head at the old memories. he could remember himself rushing and cleaning up the crib to make sure everything looks exactly how the old lady has left it before leaving for the weekend to her sister who lived in arizona. "but now, it's my place and i just had to get rid of her shit. 'cause those dinosaur ass arm chairs and dat dusty ass couch? nah." tripp laughed some and opened one of the bottles to pour a drink. "glad ya like it here. shit ain't finished yet, tho. but enough 'bout that. wassuh wit' ya, kiki? i heard what the fuck happened at the party, ya good?" with the glasses filled up, he walked over to the female and handed her the drink, his eyes watching her closely.
rogue was multitasking as his feet covered in vetements teddy bears led him through the living room and kitchen area; he was pulling the red hoodie over his head while on the move doing the last check if thereβs no mess left around. he had to make sure everything looked presentable since hisΒ βlong lostβ best friend was about to pay him a visit. yep, now rogueβs place looked much better than before; he got rid of all the old, grandma swag type of furniture, bought an L shaped, big couch, huge TV over the wall, everything minimalistic and not really finished yet. but, it was clean and it was neat.Β βyaβll behave, aight?β tripp told his two dogs who were running around playing with each other, then rogue turned over and pointed his finger at the cat.Β βespecially you, bald ass motherfucker.β he chuckled and rubbed satan under his chin. his head snapped in direction of the front door once he heard the knock. in a few jumps he was right there, opening the door and smiling at soleil.Β βwhat the fuck is up, solo dolo? come in.β he stepped to the side holding the door open.Β βnah, yaβll chill!β rogue shouted at his dogs who already got excited and rushed towards kieraΒ so they could greet her too. @kveras
trippie didnβt plan on getting undressed at all. the reason to it, he had to keep the blicky on him. after the last nightβs drive by, and all the other events in his life in general, he had to be ready for whatever. rogue wasnβt in the best mood, so in a faint attempt to make it better he went straight to the bar and remained there, observing the party people from the distance.
Β Β Β expertly pulling one of the familiar blue tabs from its baggie despite the length of her nails, the woman secured it back away in her fendiΒ crossbody.Β πππππ made her way to the bar, deciding to play against her usual rules and mix the stimulants within her system, sweetly asking for a double of tequila. waiting on her order, she saw the male sheβd only seen in passing before, a soft grin on her features as she moved so heβd better hear her.Β β um, why you got allat on? you not finna be hot?Β β
rogue's eyes, the same color as the liquor he was sipping on, were down on the lighter his fingers kept playing with. it felt like there was a whole hive trapped in his head, all these thoughts buzzing, and buzzing, and buzzing.. tripp twirled the lighter between the pads of his thumb and middle fingers when the buzz of his thoughts got interrupted by the female's voice. rogue looked over at her and let out a faint chuckle before he could reply. "i might be shy. ain't trynna show my skin, ye'digg." him and being shy don't go together, but it's okay. "what's up tho?" he questioned and took a sip from his glass. "make sure ya fendi prints ain't gonna end up in the damn pool."

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trippie didnβt plan on getting undressed at all. the reason to it, he had to keep the blicky on him. after the last nightβs drive by, and all the other events in his life in general, he had to be ready for whatever. rogue wasnβt in the best mood, so in a faint attempt to make it better he went straight to the bar and remained there, observing the party people from the distance.
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it was the night when rogue had to do some little business of him. nothing too much, it was just another weapon supply which he successfully completed with his 'business partners'. the deal itself went smooth, yet, tripp had to miss the album release party, since canceling the deal wasn't an option at all.
he arrived to one of the bloods' warehouses where he had to drop off the automatics, and after that, he was free to go and do whatever he had planned for the night. as his beamer pulled up, the heavy gates opened up and he drove right inside the warehouse. tripp stepped out the car and was greeted by other gang members. they shared a few laughs and a few blunts while some members were unloading the car by taking out all the boxes filled with the guns. "yo, check this out! there was a damn shooting at some party, dem crabs wildin' out." one of the slimes said out loud as he got off the phone. tripp turned to look over at him, the mention of the party got him alert. "what party ya talkin' 'bout, b?" tripp questioned as his voice went down to a rasp. "some album release party, c's were comin' lookin' for some of us." and that's when tripp saw red. it became way too loud in the warehouse but rogue remained silent for a moment. then, he opened one of the cases and pulled out the submachine. "let's go for a lil ride, we gotta put some c's down." he said while loading up the choppa.
it was trippie and three other members who cruised through the neighbourhood in a hi-jacked cadi. "there." one of the guys said as he pointed at the group of males at the front yard of one of the trap houses. just like others, trippie pulled the red bandana over his face and stood up on his feet so his torso was fully out through the sunroof. the rain of bullets showered the opps as the cadillac drove by, and once the bodies hit the floor, the cadi disappeared in the night on the full speed. "ya don't mess with my slimes, b. on my life bruh, ya don't mess with my blood." tripp sat back with the weapon resting on his lap.
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trap symphony is an eight-piece orchestra, the group of young adultΒ that bring musical worlds together,Β pairing rap artists with an orchestral ensemble to show that music has no boundaries. Β
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and how the fuck it all started...
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €β°βββ€ β go stream that shit now! that's my homie right here. proud of you, slime. it's your time to shine β¨ β
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when you get honoured to be someone's day one, you end up knowing a lot about the person you are connected with. you have to carry that baggage of their life story with all responsibility and respect, if you consider yourself a good ass friend. here was trippie, he knew exactly why kahari felt some type of way about what he was doing, but the red dreaded couldn't blame him at all. trippie was aware about hari's blood mother, and that was another reason why rogue tried to refrain from bringing up drugs around his homie. he hated the fact that there were people outside who somehow could remind kahari of his mother, because hey, who wants their mood fucked up due to some flashbacks? nobody. since tripp wasn't able to shoo away all the glass dick smokers, he still could at least try to distract hari's attention from the zombies. "i feel ya, slime. i know ya curly ass be a lil paranoid, and ya better be, they be feeding ya shit in jail." trippie teased kahari before laughing and shaking his head. "but i need ya outside those four piss smelling walls, 'cause who else gonna visit me dere if not ya? anyways, waffle house it is, my g. shit, i had no idea i'm that hungry." tripp spoke while his hazel duos remained on the rare view, watching some people who were forming a little crowd ten feet behind his car. "yea, this damn neighbourhood gettin' on my fuckin' nerves." rogue checked his phone to see what time it is and kissed his teeth since the person he's waiting for was running late.
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sorry seems to be the hardest word, shout outs to elton john. and that british mans with funny glasses ainβt lied not one bit; saying iβm sorry or apologizing for trippie was extremely hard. yes, his ego played a huge role in it, but also, it meant going back and through all the dirt and memories you wish you could forget about. but you canβt, yet, you have to own up to it. rogue had to pick, what the fuck is more important to him; to get his best friend back or to act as if he got diagnosed with amnesia and play dumb as if he wasnβt wrong. he made his choice, even when his system threatened to puke out his dinner due to his nervousness. rogueβs teeth peeked in a side grin as kiera asked for the blunt, which trippie passed to her with no delays.Β βright? you donβt go through shit like dat every damn day. kinda a whole new experience.β he joked as his hands took a hold of the swingβs chains. tripp sucked in his lips as he took a second to get his thoughts together, then his sight focused on the female who now possessed his blunt.Β βi mean, i had to apologize before, but i guess, we all needed our time. so yea.. thanks for stoppinβ by and shit.β a sheepish, yet toothy smile plastered over his tatted face as he questioned in stitchβs voice.Β βwe friends now?β he then bent his head back and shook it some.Β βlook, if ya trynna find out if i Β dropped the damn soap, then no, the fuck, i did not.β he laughed some then his brows knitted in a confused frown.Β βum.. i had no idea you knew i was booked and busy behind the bars tho.β