First Lady [Ruthless Records]

killa karma

"The 80s was a crazy time period. We lived in Compton , George W Bush was the president , It was the start of the crack epidemic. Who wouldn't sell drugs." Karma Young

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June 1988

Somethings going wrong
Someone's on the phone
It's three o'clock in the morning

Love and Happiness by Al Green played through out the small house as Karma bobbed her head and hummed slowly. She was filling up bags of weed as her pager went off. An irritated sigh exited her glossy lips as she seen it was her older brother Andre.

She grabbed the hot pink landline and put in the digits and called as it rang three times before it hang up.

"Karma are you busy ?" He asked immediately

"Yeah I'm making money." She said turning off the crack pot as it started to boil

"I need you to go get Tyree."

"Why can't you get him ?" She asked

"Because I'm at the studio with the guys." He said irritation in his voice

"Where is he ?"

"In Crenshaw Bookings."

"How much is it ?"

"How much is what ?" He asked already knowing what he was talking about

"His bail. Don't act stupid with me Dre."

"2500." He said lowly. "But I'll promise I'll pay you back when -

Karma hung up the phone cutting him off his sentence. She was used to this , She was basically the family's ATM even though they didn't like her occupation.
Mama needed a bill payed , Tyree needed bail or If Andre needed some recording equipment.

Karma was the go-to , Especially since she was the pusher man.

At only 19 years old Karma was a sneaky , troubled but beautiful drug dealer. It scared people but she didn't care. As long as she wasn't stuck working a 9 to 5 being miserable she was grateful for it.

She was addicted to fast money and hustling and she couldn't stop it even if she wanted to.

"Yo Cherry !" She yelled up the steps