Okay, so I want to provide a little background before I start with the story. You see out here, in Harlem niggas shiesty, type of niggas that'll do whatever for the green. Now me? I'm one of them niggas, but with a caviat, I play the streets like chess God, I refuse to let some niggas do me like they did plenty of kids I came up with. Anyway, my name is irrelevant for the time being, just call me K for now, you'll find the rest out later. I was that nigga running uptown for about 5 years, until I got greedy, sloppy, all of that. Let some real dickheads on my team, should've seen what happened coming, but nah, what meth say? Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla dolla bill y'all. Now let's go.
