ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴅᴏᴛꜱᴏɴ
📍: ᴍᴇᴍᴘʜɪꜱ, ᴛɴ"Gawdamnnn" they said, I walked inside.
I looked around, grabbing a plain white tee and I grabbed me a Watermelon Arizona.
"This all for you?" The cashier asked, I nodded.
"$5.93"
I handed him a $10 bill. "Keep the change, thank you"
I walked out, heading back to the car as the driver opened the door.
I might as well gon head drop the fit off now, nigga only 2 mins away. I put the address in for my driver, he pulled up to the location. He got out, letting me out.
I looked around seeing a lot of folks sitting outside. I text the number saying I'm here. A tall dude walked up over to me.
"Waddup I'm Kenny G, the manager" the dude said, holding his hand out.
I shook it.
"Story the stylist. I got the fit together" I said, handing him the bags.
"Damn that was quick" he said, holding the bags. "He inside"
"Lead the way Mr. Kenny G the manager" I said, he chuckled as I followed him inside the house.
"Yo folks ain't never told u to not come in the hood by yourself?" He asked, walking.
"Ian worried about nun, I got mines with me" I said, tapping my hip.
Everywhere I go, I stay strapped. Hell I look like going somewhere without my protection? Ion need guards with me all the time.
We walked thru the house, I heard loud moaning.
I-
Manager knocked on the door the moaning coming from.
"I think he need a minute" I said, scratching my head.
"SETT, TIME TO GET DRESSED" manager said.
This some ghetto ass shit.
Two mins pass, Sett opened the door with his shirt off.
Damn. I looked down at his print still standing.
"Mane I was almost finna- oh shit. Wassup" he said, looking down at me holding his hand up.
"Hello" I said, looking at his hand. I held my elbow up, he elbowed me back. "Germs"
He laughed.
"My bad shawty, I was-"
"Helping your cousin bring the bags in the house?" I asked, they laughed.
"Yeah that" he said.
The manager chuckled. "Boy put the outfit on and let's go" he told him.
Me and the manager walked into the kitchen where a few of his homies were.
"U want something to drink?" Kenny asked me.