𝘕𝘖𝘛𝘖𝘙𝘐𝘖𝘜𝘚

make a mil

and if it all goes down, she down for me
and if it all goes down, i'll probably make a mil with her
probably make a mil with her, yeah yeah

a month later

moe pov.

life was different. i ended up working from home because i felt like shit all the time and i needed meds to go to sleep at night.

key and sleeze didn't treat me any different because of it.

but me and sleeze were really learning each other on a different level and it made me really happy.

besides her arguing with my dog (keef).

these medical bills was pushing me into the game with key and sleeze...

who the fuck had 20k for the bullshit my insurance didn't cover?

key pov

moe wanted to join the crew because life was getting hard but this life ain't for her.

she was gon do something with her life.

we was slanging so hard we was selling to even the pregnant women.

who are we to judge you? let alone discriminate...

i couldn't be seen on a corner anymore that wasn't for me which is why i ran the biggest mafia to ever exist.

that's because i smoked the last mf to have the spot call me pac cause i had the juice.

been on top since i was 16 started to see how much money i could make from it before i left.

everybody else wanna buy clothes and designer shit when they come up but me i kept everything the same so mfs wouldn't even know what i was on.

money changes you. but so does greed.

i grabbed my business phone to see that we've been having a problem at the warehouse.

some bitch nigga think he getting a "promotion".

i got my driver to take me to the warehouse i always had to put somebody in they fucking place.

if it's not obvious i graduated last year i stuck around for my niggas though.

you'd think i would've dropped out but i definitely ain't want a ged.

soon as we got there i was ready to fucking explode wasn't nobody doing they job.

security wasn't securing shit, ain't nobody break down these packages.

finna fire all these mfs.

until i seen it was a fight breaking out between security and the others.

i pointed my gun to both of the men who started the fights legs shot one in the calve and the other in the knee.

they groaned and moaned out in pain.

"are y'all working for WWE, or me?" i yelled.

"y'all better start packing this shit up right fucking now before everybody gets replaced in this bitch" i gritted through my teeth.

i seen the nigga who thought he was getting a promotion and shot him in both legs.

"bitch you think you running some shit in MY establishment?" i asked after i heard him cry out.

"n-no-i-" he tried to get out.

he was bleeding on my fucking floor leaving evidence everywhere...

i clapped my hands twice for the clean up people they nodded and got everybody that was shot and dropped them off at the hospital speeding off after.

i ain't getting involved in shit else.

i must've walked up on my front security and smacked the shit out his bald black ass head.

"i better not EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER catch you not doing the job i pay you to do ever again" i mugged him.

"I BETTER NOT HAVE TO COME BACK AND MAKE ANOTHER MF CORRECTION IN THIS BITCH OR EVERYBODY FIRED" i yelled walking to the truck.

i called one of my boys that worked the corners for intel.

"hey boss we got one that feels like he running shit without you knowing" he said.

"who?" i asked.

"they call him jdot but his name really james wilson he stay in the nawf with his mama and his 6 siblings"

"send the address" i said while ending the call.

i heard a ding and apparently i had to start dropping off some packages pretty early.

i called one of my boys on the other side to take care of this "jdot" ugly ass name.

i went to the apartment as soon as it got dark.

i snatched the mama by her 32-piece weave while they put rope around her arms and legs and sat her in a chair.

i grabbed the mama phone and put her face for the password sending her son the picture.

"let's see if you can run as fast as you run your mouth to come save her"

he immediately seen it and my shooter called me FaceTiming me showing him running to the car.

too bad he ain't make it.

they shot his ankle and his knee making him fall on the concrete and i hung up immediately.

since he still needed to learn his lesson i unroped her and let two studs beat her ass.

"should've taught your son not to fuck with people like me" i said throwing her phone to the side while i readjusted my glove leaving to see 12 downstairs.

i took the stairs while everybody else took different routes.

luckily i had a garage out here so i didn't need a driver just needed them to get the fuck outta here.

everybody had warrants out.

i had to make sure the shipments went off to mexico,  new york, and chicago because that's where my money came from outside of dallas.

the big cities always had the largest crime rates.

i hopped in one of my favorite cars that i owned my lambo truck.

it was tinted cause the last thing ima do is ride around in a mf fish bowl.

lil did moe know we was replacing her car and paying them medical bills.

i played let em know by bryson tiller.

the mood was good until i seen some of my favorite opps... gotta wet the block up. brb.