It was a scorching summer day, everyone was outside in the hood.

G spent his whole 23 years in this neighborhood, he seen the good the bad and the worse of worse.

G was born in Virginia and raised in Washington DC. He had a passion for music while his best friend had a

Passion for guns. They met when there were 12 and been tight ever sense.

Drizzy gained a reputation for being a hothead. You couldn't say nothing to this guy, one time he beat a dude for just calling his Mom's "a very nice looking woman ". Dude was crazy and her let everyone know it besides G.

One day they was walking through Southeast when Drizzy phone ranged

"Hello...Yeah it's me. What!? I'm on my way right now!"

He looked at G and asked "my moms just died they greater southeast right up the street can you come with me"?

"No question" G responded before they sprinted up the hill to the hospital. As the teenagers bust through the doors Drizzy had burst into tears. He fell right at his mother side crying at the top of his lungs cursing the whole world and God.

G stood behind him as he watched his best friend encounter the one thing he only feared to come. Drizzy mom

died from lung cancer, we was 17 at the time. Everything changed at that very moment Drizzy was never the same.