Rare dream. I was living in New York and my apartment was pretty high up. There were gang members hanging out by the elevator so I'm trying to avoid them but there's no other way up. I try to walk past them but [Nword] pulls this really weird looking gun on me, wants my wallet. Ain't no fucking way he's getting it, so I open it and throw the cash up in the air, yeah I still carry cash though those bills haven't seen daylight for years, no lie.
Then [Nword] is upset like I disrespected him for throwing the cash instead of just handing it over. I run.
[Nword] catches me but I simply grab his gun. He starts to back off but I put it to his neck and pull the trigger. No f'ing bullets. So I start pistol whipping him ofc. Bashing his face in, crackling face bones like potato chips. His friends run up and I run. Now I know they're going to have a hit out on me, police are worthless, like telling teachers when you're bullied, didn't even consider it. Went home, told friends I was moving out ASAP.
