The names Royal , I'm one of the riches dudes around these parts. I'm 21 and fly as hell. I been running these streets since I was a youngin. My pops was one of the original LBCs (Long Beach Crips) back in the day. I remember running around behind him admiring the way he ran the streets every night respected him and if they didn't they feared him enough to never step out of line with with him. I always knew one day I would be in this spot but never did I know at 14 I would be left to take over the family business and have to raise my kid brother Ceaser. My life took a huge twist when I turned 14 I wasn't ready to take over but I had no choice. It was either trap and starve! "Wassup bro god?" I hear Max say as he was coming up the stairs to my office. "Wassup bro." Max was one of my child hood friends him and his family helped me and Ceaser a lot so it was only right for me to put him on once I got my shit together. "Man, same shit just a different day and more money you feel me?" Max sat down on the couch in front of the TV while I was rolling up at my desk. "Yeah I hear you man. How's the family?" "They good. Trina just been up in my face about this moving shit. Man!" Max shook his head you could seem stress all in the mans eyes. Max bm has been pressuring him to move out the hood since she found out they were expecting a child shit I ain't blame her. I always said when it was time to start a family and settle down I'd move my family far away from this hell hole. But I doubt that happens so this hell hole is home and will always be. Grabbing a bottle of hennesy and the already rolled blunts I went over and sat next to my boy. "Here you need this more than I do!" Without hesitation he grabbed the bottle and damn near down the whole bottle. Damn my boy was stressing. I made a mental note to take him out tomorrow and try and clear his head a little might even stop by the club. Oh yeah I forgot to mention I own one of the hottest biggest strip clubs in town called Royal city. Yes is named after me. The club got the baddest bitches , best liquor , and livest DJ.
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From The Pole To The Trap
Jugendliteratur"You wanna see some ass I wanna see some cash keep them dollars coming and that's gonna make me dance. Make it rain trick, make it rain trick." Travis porter Make it Rain was blasting through the speakers at Royal City Gentlemen's club. On stage wa...
