Joy And Pain [COMPLETED]

💉💉💉Pain is life

Pain
Last night was wild as fuck. A nigga had just planned to go celebrate wit my peoples and I seen this bad ass shawty I couldn't pass up. She was actin all shy at first you know how these bitches be? Well, I fucked that shit up out her. She was doing this back and forth thing but I knew she wanted me cause a nigga handsome. Even tho she was tryna act all shy. Little well-known secret women love a man that's well kept.

No cap though I smashed and dashed on her ass. She definitely wifey type and she seemed cool but I just don't know if shawty was ready for a nigga like me. See women like her with the 'standards' in shit be needy and crazy. Or maybe territorial and crazy. Or high maintenance and crazy. But in the end always CRAZY. She told me how she was finishing up with school and had some job. I can tell she ain't need a nigga for shit. I walked through her crib this morning her shit was dope. Had a nice lil condo; fridge wit food, living room with the tv mounted, furniture was neat, rugs and shit. A bitch like that had to be clean. The high-maintenance ones always are.

I had a lil bitch I fucked wit like that a few years ago and that bitch almost broke my heart and my pockets. That's back when a nigga had just started hustling; taking over since my brother was gone and I would waste cash like it was nothing. I've learned from that and I know damn well not to fuck wit a bitch like that again. Fa real Joy seemed different but then again so did Sasha's ass. I had just caught an Uber back to my crib seeing that my boy Sean dropped my truck off in the driveway before I headed to shower and change.

Anyways today is the day my brother comes home and I've been waiting for this day for years. He was 10 years older than me but raised me like I was his own son. See our momma passed 15 years ago and since pops was nowhere to be found he stepped up and became the king of the streets. Like most niggas it's always short-lived. So a few years back he caught a case from some niggas who snitched. The thing was they disappeared and since the DA ain't have shit they gave him whatever they could. Bro said a lil measly 4-5 years was nothing and asked for my help.

So here I am nearly 5 years later preparing myself to retire. The shit wasn't easy either. Niggas didn't take me seriously at first. Yea a nigga was young but I'd die for my brother if asked me. Hell, he didn't have to cause that how reckless a nigga was. After I got rid of the rats and witness all that was left to do was wait and stack. With my brother and my crew behind me, it was nothing to keep the streets in order.

I took most of what I got and invested in stocks. Broke bread wit all my bro's. Took my brother's shares and split them half in cash the other in stocks just in case a nigga needed a backup plan. See I already knew the street wasn't going to a forever thing for me. So I bought my momma house back from the bank, copped a few other properties, and according to the state all my money was legit and it came from flipping houses not keys. Now I decided to expand wit opening a design firm.

I know what you thinking how the fuck does this man sell dope, flip houses and now opening a design firm? Like I said my brother raised me and always told me to be smart and invest in myself. Shit before he took that case I was in school to become an architect. Honestly, I loved the sense of pride my brother had when it came to me excelling. So after all the encouragement he gave me for my designs over the years I finished top of my class and did a year of interning. After dealing wit other mufuckas who didn't know how to work wit me I had to start my own lil renovation business. Running the trap never really got in the way of my schedule and in the end, it all worked out. When I graduated big bro was the first person I went to making sure he knew he accomplished what he got in the game for in the first place.

It was now 6:15 in the morning and I was feeling refreshed after leaving Joy's crib as I pulled up to the prison in his favorite old school Cadillac and sat on the truck of the car waiting for my brother to exit.

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