Street Bitches Don’t Need Love: Part 3

Hurricane, Hurricane, Hurricane — why must you play these complicated games?

The man promised to love me — then left me lifeless. This lame-ass nigga really thought raping, beating, and torturing me would break me down for money he’ll never see. But here’s what he don’t know: I love when a nigga underestimates me — that’s when I’m at my deadliest.

My father didn’t just raise me — he trained me for this game on levels no man alive can touch. That makes me unstoppable. What this fool overlooked is simple: to be a real drug lord, you can’t just move weight — you gotta be a genius in the shadows.

So don’t watch me. Flip these pages. This shit’s about to go to a whole new level.

By Alicia Howard