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You never truly know a person until y'all fall out with one another. The people that are closest to you always have a tendency to reveal their true self once they're upset about something. It's sometimes done unintentionally. Nevertheless, it happens. Especially when being involved in my line of business. That's why I choose to fuck with niggas at a distance. If you ain't brother, then nine time out of ten you'll never truly know wassup with me and I like it that way.
Only a few people think they know the ground basics of what's actually going on. They can only assume, but that's expected. My brother and I have been running this street shit for a couple years now and we're already in too deep. We couldn't stop if we wanted to. The money has become addictive...along with the fancy cars, clothes, and women. Living the fast life.
A typical mistake that's often proven wrong is underestimating us. This usually happens because of our age difference. It took niggas years to get where we're at, but they didn't have the consistency and half the courage we have.
Comparing us to the old heads that's been playing a game of cat and mouse since we was in diapers just isn't in anyone's best interest. Nas and I surpassed them niggas years ago. It's all about elevation with us. We never wanna be stuck in the same situation for too long. We're a firm believer in finding our purpose and we'll never do that by being stationary.
"Meech! Do you ever listen to anybody else other than the stupid ass voice in yo' head?" Nasir asked. He leaned against his Mercedes Benz S-Class. It's one of a kind let him tell it.
His loud voice brought me back into reality. This nigga always talking stupid. "Everything that come out of yo' mouth is always jibberish. I'm not interested in the details. Spare me."
"I'm telling you what was told to me." He spoke throwing his hands in surrender. "Long story short, we gotta flight to catch in the morning."
Cursing under my breath, I lowered my head in defeat. "Damn! We just gave that nigga a hundred-sixty thousand. This our last time copping from him. He tryna ham us."
Nasir laughed. "Never. It was one-sixty between the both of us. You gave him that two weeks ago when I was out of town with my baby mama."
We're in the process of moving shit around. We had a direct connect from Mexico, but some shit went left and we had to cut ties. Ever since, we've been freelancing basically. Trying any and everything until we can get shit back right. I'm knowing that was gonna take time, but I didn't think it would be this long. It's going on six months and yet here we are. Copping from a Haitian in Florida that's waxing our ass.
Businessman Nas thought it would be a great idea to take advice from our cousin, Zavier. That's how we ended up in this loser ass situation. I knew from the jump it was risky, but we were running out of options. Our money is tied up in a lot of things, so it's important that we keep revenue steadily coming in. We're making profit with the Haitians, but not nearly as much as we were across the border.
