The Price ࿊f Peace

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Somewhere in Oakland

Elijah was still squinting at the tv screen, hella confused. This shit was weird as hell.

Two shorties in the show were trying to explain their beef and the shit made absolutely no sense.

In all honesty, however, he supposed he couldn't judge. He'd killed for less.

But, he just didn't see a point in fighting the same person over and over, over the same issue. He was whacking ya shit and that was just that.

Well...unless they were from the same set, in which case, he couldn't really kill you, but he'd always have a fade for you everytime he seen you.

He was on fighting terms with a few niggas from his set. He couldn't even tell you what beef was.

He'd, dead ass, never spoke to them niggas and they swore they hated him.

Unfortunately for them, Elijah really didn't care if niggas liked him. He had too much going on in his life to worry about the next nigga.

He didn't care, still didn't care, and probably wouldn't ever care.

He still recognized, though.

And when he was bored, one day, he randomly asked if any nigga had pressure built up on him. He ran 6 niggas back to back in his older cousin's backyard that day.

He won a majority of them, there were two fades he felt that the other niggas got. Nobody beat him up, but he couldn't say he got that and be real.

He was only 17 when he did it too. Every nigga he ran was in his mid-20s to 30s.

He got his respect, though. And if he was being real, he didn't care about the slick shots they threw or the mugs or the threats, he was just bored and trying to fight.

"Aye," a voice was heard from behind him, entering the archway connecting the living room and the back of the house. "Where she at? Cuz I'm tryna see—."

Sticky.

Sticky was annoying as hell.

Sticky cleared his throat upon catching the back of E.J's head where he was sat on the couch. He continued eyeing E.J, waiting for him to turn around.

He went silent at the sight of Elijah who was unmoved and still relaxed on the couch, smacking his lips and turning to face his close homie Qui'Ron, or Q.

Q didn't have an issue with Elijah, but he always kept his distance from him because he had never heard any good reports. It was always something with Eli.

That nigga was stupid.

Like, hella smart, but scary stupid.

He'd flash on niggas for breathing at him wrong. Nigga was rotten from birth, allegedly. And Q didn't have time for crash outs.

Sticky, on the other hand, didn't understand the hype. He thought they gave Money too much credit. So what he could fight? So could Sticky?

Everyone could.

Sticky was underwhelmed when he had found himself in 'Bir's presence. The few times they had ended up even remotely near each other, Sticky tried as best he could to intimidate Elijah, but he always unsuccessful in getting under his skin.

Unfortunately, 'Bir genuinely didn't care. Like not even a little bit.

He actually laughed in Sticky's face and waved him off. The shit was hella disrespectful, but Abir didn't give a fuck if it was disrespectful.