Yo the first week of this shit went by lovely. We were slowly but surely securing most of Harlem for Snow, and getting money in our pockets. We never had to do any dirty work though, you can call us the prerequisites; and if you didn't comply to us then the dirt will get done. I kept this under wraps from my moms too, I told her I had this job tutoring kids who had summer school, and she bought it. I was in the clear, smooth sailing.
That week turned into a month, and even more profit started falling in, to the point where Snow had showed us how to make the shit ourselves, just in case he needed some extra shit to be made. Man, me, P and Reed were definitely the niggas on our respective blocks, without having to sell a single thing. They just saw us, and knew what was up; if that isn't the best feeling, I don't know what is.
Eventually though, I don't want to say some separation happened between us 3, but there was a rift. And that had all transpired over some shit that went down between me and Snow about a week before. I don't know why it came to light then, but alright listen. Snow had called me over, to his office to talk about our progress, and I was surprised when I was the only one there.
"Where's P and Reed?" I asked.
"Oh, don't worry about them niggas right now, this is something that involves you and only you. Come outside, let me take you on a ride."
So, we were in the car, and not even 30 seconds into the ride, he lays this on me,
"You know why I brought you here, right?"
"Nah, yo. Clueless..."
"Well I must say, I am impressed with how you took the lead of this campaign and made those two your team, for real. Nice to see you stepping up."
"Good looks son, I mean I only would handle this how I would want it handled if I was you, feel me?"
"Yeah, absolutely. Which brings me to the matter at hand...niggas coming for me now more tougher than ever, and I don't know if I'm gonna keep being able to lay low, and if and when I get touched, I need someone to take the throne, and that someone is you."
There was a pause. I didn't know what to think, like, why me? The nigga had my back since that incident at the store, I owe him, and I told him that. Now I see this is how I can repay him.
"Son I would be glad to take up this offer. I got ya back God."
With a smile on his face only a proud father would have, he laughed and said, "Good job, now let me get you home I got some shit to handle."
"Aight yo, I'm only around the way, you know that though."
So he took me home, and I called up P and Reed to see what the drop was on the streets. Exactly what I thought too, same shit, different day...as cliché as it sounds. But what I didn't know was that the beef was on, shit was about to get real live.
