J $tach has had his struggles in life just like everyone else. Now a big time rapper who has access to everything from private jets to the finest wine and the finest women... but still can't seem to find peace.
"She still in town?" I say to myself as I read The Shade Room post about Megan performance later on today.
"What you say nigga?" Coolie questions turning his attention away from the road.
"Nothing nigga, drive man" I laugh looking back down at my phone.
"Aw hell naww" Coolie yells out. "Don't tell me moon face was right I'll turn around and help her finish off yo studio, you fuckin with Megan? Like fucking Megan?!" He asks stopping the car in the street.
"Nigga drive! Mind ya business man" I say brushing him off.
"Oh you a dog, see I'm a dog but you a damn wolf .... Plus how you think that nigga bagg finna feel?"
"I don't give a fuck how the nigga feel b , plus we chopped that shit up before he said he aint fuck with her like that it was some publicity type shit so he better be fuckin Gucci" I reply shrugging. "If that man wanna fuck up our friendship and business ship over a ex that he love to tell everyone he never gave a fuck about then that's on him"
Notification from 305-222-1999
"Wya? I need a zip"3:14pm
Me: "yoo who dis?" 3:14pm
"Nigga this nique- Ari friend, I just shopped with you nigga lol" 3:16pm
Me: "Oh Ard , Wya I'll pull up, my b I ain't save the number"
Nique🌴: "Little Haiti at the main bodega"
"Aye slide to little Haiti real quick gotta play by 22nd street" I tell Coolie after putting down my phone trying to remember who Nique was. I never really played attention to Ari friends and that's was just for my physically health and theirs.
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"Oh damn who that?" Coolie ask with his face damn near in my phone.
"You nosey as hell man , this shorty we finna go serve up right now jitt" I reply handing him the phone before he crash us.
"Oh yea this mines, watch I bag her" He said as he sped up, this nigga driving like we running out of time or something.
"Aye slow this bitch down, shorty ain't finna go no where"
We pull up and back into the parking space furthest away from the store and I weigh up her ounce. Couldn't help but notice her -the moment she stepped out that store all eyes on her , every nigga in a two mile radius was staring her down and she knew it.
"What's good yall?" Nique greets us as she opens the door to get into the backseat.
"Good wit ya' shawty" I say briefly nodding my head to her.
