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What y’all niggas doin’? Where y’all niggas at? Who house I’m crashin’ for leftovers?

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I’ma kinda tired now so my IMs are open if you wanna talk shit with me about nothing until I fall asleep. Or like this post if I can IM you. Whichever.

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LMFAO, you laughin’ but I’m serious as hell. You know niggas don’t listen ‘til they hear a few pops.

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Who you tellin', fam? That’s when they asses get to duckin’ and screamin’ like some clowns. Where the fuck you been, though? You always on ya’ disappearin’ act.

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If you could give up all the materialistic things you have in order to have obtain eternal peace, what would be the hardest thing to let go?

Uh, money? Ain’t that supposedly the root of all our problems?

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How would they describe their favourite person/people?

Saint would describe his favorite people as trustworthy, intelligent, and having a sense of humor that parallels with his sarcasm and crudeness. He doesn’t go out of his way to be an asshole but you have to have tough skin if you wanna have a deeper connection with him. He also hates people that ask a lot of fucking questions so I guess his favorite people wouldn’t do that.

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5, 10, 13, 14.

I’m assumin’ this is the ask that admin reblogged so I’ll just answer those.

5 — My step father, without a doubt. He taught me everything that I know and pushed me to be the man that I am today.

10 — Myself.

13 — Uh, the last movie I watched was Suicide Squad the other day so I’ma just say Deadshot. He was cold as fuck.

14 —It depends on who’s givin’ the compliment. I don’t hate ‘em but… different people evoke different reactions from me.

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Aragonite, Opal, and Peridot.

Aragonite — My beard. Have you seen it?

Opal — I’m about to go have the dinner that y’all skipped out on so, I’m really lookin’ forward to that.

Peridot  — I don’t know... probably my ability to separate feelings from logic at all times. A lot of niggas can’t do that and that’s how they fuck up. Often.

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I’m not rebloggin’ that long shit but send me all the shits. Also, like this post if you want me to send you some shit.

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┈ ♢ SAINT LACROIX’S TRIBECA RESIDENCE.

Despite having a handful of safe houses scattered between New York and New Jersey, this $2.1 million 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom penthouse condominium located in TRIBECA, NY is what Saint primarily calls home. It isn’t too far from his hometown of Harlem and it’s in close vicinity to his nightclub. Saint is meticulous; he admires clean lines and open-concepts which is what gravitated him towards the contemporary and modern homes that Tribeca has to offer. He lives with his dog, an Akita named SADE. Saint rarely drives himself — he’s too impatient to sit in traffic so when he isn’t being driven around the city in his MERCEDES-MAYBACH S600 or CADILLAC ESCALADE, he’s taking his LAMBORGHINI AVENTADOR out for a spin. ( @pwrrp )

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So I’m actually tired so. IM’s and shit as I work on this first task.

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Tucking his gun back into the waistband of his jeans, Saint made long strides towards the back exit of the club where his car was waiting. His security team had already began to clean up the mess but he knew a sloppy situation like this had potential of being traced back to him so he needed to get out before police arrived on the scene. Stopping one of his trusted bouncers in the hall, he pointed at him before speaking sternly. “I need you to go clear all the fuckin’ security surveillance from the computers right now.... Matta’ fact, smash all of the cameras or somethin’. When the police get here, tell ‘em those stupid mufucka’s did it themselves. I wasn’t here tonight. None of my guys were here tonight. You got that?” He waited for the buff man to nod in understanding before he made his way out of the club and into his car. He had to head home and get his alibi together in case they came knocking at his door for questioning.

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Keeping his gun pressed against the man’s head with his finger on the trigger, Saint waited for him to speak up. His gazed drifted to Melia and the rest of his men for a moment, who seemed to be handling their own, so he focused back on his target. “You ran up in my spot over.... ya’ dead ass brotha’?” Saint furrowed his eyebrows in confusion before he chuckled lowly under his breath. He honestly didn’t know who his brother was –  they killed a lot, it could’ve been anyone. “Fuck you and that nigga. Come correct next time.” Without another word, Saint fired a fatal shot into the back of his skull before his limp body fell to the floor. Kicking the body away from his feet, Saint stepped over it before he glanced around the club, ignoring the few horrified faces that still lingered in the club, and addressed his employees. “Somebody clean this shit up before the police gets here.” He was irritated at how sloppy this was but there wasn’t much he could do now to change shit.

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Saint rubbed his chin in thought as he stood off to the side of the stage, behind the curtains. His presence was unknown but he wanted to catch Melia’s performance as he had promised he would. His eyes scanned the audience anxiously out of habit, his eyes narrowing a bit once he noticed one guy stand up as if he was signaling for something. Before Saint could even react, shots rang out into the nightclub, sending the club goers and security into a frenzy. Pulling his gun out from the waistband of his jeans, Saint hurried out from behind the stage, blending into the frantic crowd with the precision that he needed to run up on the guy who presented himself as their leader. “Right here, mufucka,’” Saint said through gritted teeth as he held the cool tip of his gun against the back of the male’s head, catching him off guard completely. “You got one second to tell me who the fuck sent you before I start lettin’ off shots in the back of ya’ fuckin’ skull.” // @pwrrp

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