Perfect Imperfection

Chapter 17: John Gotti

Chapter 17:

Bet a lot pussy niggas want to murder Brasi

Boulevard, Murcirélago and a Maserati

 Boobie Black, Gunna, and Menace still a catch a body

 And if you fuck around with Rayzor,

bitch I'm out my body Sideways, coupe be out my body

 Whole clique pull up in Vettes,

bitch we out our body And you ever disrespect it then it's kamikaze

 I just be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti

 I feel like John Gotti

 John Gotti

 Cause it ain't shit to send a hit,

I feel like John Gotti It ain't shit to send a hit,

I feel like John Gotti

Kevin Gates - John Gotti

(VOTE AND COMMENT)

Terrell sat at his desk and calculated the bricks and money.  There was a knock on the door. "Come in." Terrell said in a cold voice. Even though the week before, Angelique accepted his proposal, he had to step back into his cold side because he was in the pin. 

Boobie walked in with a stranger following in behind him. Terrell's eyes popped. "Boobie, the fuck have I told you about bringing new niggas in my shit. I don't know who this motherfucker is." Terrell snapped reaching at his waist for his gun.

"Yo chill, Rell. Chill. This is Phat, and he needs a job. You know how it is. Times are tight right now, and you know that. This was his last option. You can't turn him away like that." Boobie moved his dreads away from his face.

Terrell didn't like the sound of letting someone he didn't know work for him. He eyed Phat up and down. "Where you from, ain't never seen you on the block."

"I'm from 'round the way. Times are tight for my family. My mama got cancer, and I'm all she got. So we gotta come up with money for the treatment." He said.

He looked Phat up and down. He wasn't buying that damn sob story. "How old are you?"

"I'm 18." Phat answered. Phat wasn't fat at all. He earned the nickname Phat from Boobie because he talked big so Boobie calling him Phat because he talks a fat game.

"I'ma give you a shot, but if you fuck shit up, you're dead and I mean that shit. I'm running 3 pins, I don't need no slip ups with the law because of a fuckin' rookie. I'm Terrell, but everyone calls me Rell. If you don't know shit else, you'll know this. I don't play about my money. Whatever you sell, I get 40 percent, and don't try to cheat me out my shit because your throat will get slit. I'm not a play station, Xbox, or PSP so I don't play games. Around here, it's strictly grown man shit going on only. Don't fuck with my money or my products because I'm never scared to make an example out of anyone. Now Boobie, get this nigga out my fuckin' face. Teach him what ya know." Terrell dismissed them and went back to counting his money.

"Damn, you don't have to be so mean. Whatever is lodged up your ass needs to be pulled out." Boobie retorted leaving the office with Phat.

Terrell started to call Boobie back, but he shut up instead. Something didn't look right about that Phat character. Terrell knew his face from somewhere, but he couldn't put his finger on it. His cell phone rang, he looked down to find Angelique calling. "What's up, baby?" He asked.