That week, we did numbers. It was so lit, getting it with this nigga, we was out here for real. I didn't even bother going back to school either, this was more important. The thought that I abandoned the books, for this life is crazy...before the summer, before Snow saved my life, if you told me I would be in this position right now I would look at you so crazy. Of course though, I planned on educating myself anyway, I could teach myself things public school could never teach. All my ambitions, they all switched. I used to want to go to college, law school, etc. now look , I just want longevity in the game.
Snow saw that I had the game on lock, and he gave me the green light to do whatever I wanted now, there was no stopping me, I was a locomotive.
By the end of the week, we had made 8 grand, enough to front on top to make it look like we actually got the job done. I left it up to Snow to get the fake money, I was planning on how these niggas P and Reed going to catch these bullets. I still had the 9 from the time I had to buy it, but I needed more firepower, which Snow already said he would supply.
It was a Saturday night, the phone rang. I answered already knowing who it was. It was P.
"Alright nigga where this going down?"
"Right to business, I like tha-"
"Yo nigga don't talk to me like we fam, we not. Just tell me where to meet up and we can get this exchange out the way. Thank you."
"Shit whatever, catch us in Queens, under the bridge. 8 tomorrow."
"Bet." I hung up, and told Snow what he said, he nodded his head...he knew what time it was.
I got no sleep that night, I was up, sitting on my bed, just plotting. The thought came into my head, to just kill the two niggas on sight, but what if they rolled in deep? What if their motive was to do the same to me? Just take the money and kill me? All these questions filled my head until sunrise. It was about 8 in the morning, I decided I would get some sleep.
I woke up, it was 4, I got a little more time, so I went to grab Snow, we got some food. Chinese. We didn't talk, at this point any dialogue between us wasn't necessary, we both knew what the task at hand was. My head was still spinning though, I don't want to say the pressure was getting to me, but I could puke right now.
6:30 right now. We in Harlem, just riding around. Snow looked over at me, and said the first words to me he said the whole day.
"Son, before this happens, I just want you to know, I love you. I didn't mean to wait as long as I did, to break the news to you, but you gotta understand, you can't just come out to a kid and be like, 'Hey the nigga you thought was your dad, isn't. I am, surprise!' You know?"
"Oh yeah I understand, I feel you. We good yo, the time I spent with you this week makes up for it. Once we get this out of the way, let's all get out of NYC, you, me, mom and Dev...let's go somewhere we can really run the shit if we set up shop, I'm thinking Ohio, who you know pushing shit there? Nobody."
Snow laughed, he knew I was serious though, I was ready to take the game by its horns. I want it all.
"You know what? I'm with it. But first, let's settle what we have to now, it's about time."
We took off to Queens, it was the longest 30 minute ride I ever been through in my life. I look at the clock, it's 7:45. Time to burn, so we smoked an L, that took up the rest of those 15 minutes on the dot. I looked back over at the clock, 8:00.
It's time.
