"I can make you dance if you want me to Just lend me your ears and let your feet keep time, baby I can make you dance if you want me to"
Rolling through the streets of Compton the sound of Rodger and Zapp blasted through my speakers. When my moms birthed me she gave me the name Eric, But on the streets everyone knows me as Casual. A Kelly Park Compton Crip and the best god damn drug dealer in the streets. I dropped out of high school at the age of 16, at that time I just knew that school wasn't for me. But later on I went back to get my G.E.D. As I stopped at a red light my cell started to ring.
"Speak?" I said
"Yo wuz up Casual?" said my friend Lorenzo
"wuz up man ?"
"Yo everybody is talking about going to Eve After Dark tonight you tryna go ?"
"I don't know man I owe somebody on Richard a kilo" I said pushing the gas.
"Aw come on man there's goin be some fly ass bitches there" he said trying to persuade me
"Naw Man"
"Dre and Yella are goin be there"
"Dre going be there ??"
"Yeah nigga did you forget he was part of the World Class Wreckin Cru?"
"Naw man..how about I come by and get you after I drop this shit off"
"Ight bet" Said Ren hanging up
Yeah I know I sounded a little excited about Dre. Dre is a Dj that works at Eve After Dark and he's part of the hottest electro group in the city. To me the group is kind of lame I mean what kind of niggas walk around wearing lip stick and lace ? But I guess that's what women want. But I feel like Dre is going to be my meal ticket out of this drug dealing shit after my cousin was gunned down a few months ago it didn't do anything but make me want to change my life around and get my shit together. I needed to make this illegal money into something positive. As I pressed the gas my phone goes off once again.
"Speak" I said answering the phone
"Muthafucka where's my child support money?"
It was my money hungry baby momma Tracey.
"Bitch didn't I tell you to stop callin me ? I got yo money chill the fuck out"
"Don't tell me what to do nigga you need to get over here and take care of your fucking daugther"
"Bitch I'll come see her on my time"
"Fuck You nigga !" she said hanging up on me
Out of all my babymommas Tracey is the one I hate the most. I smashed her ass one night at a party and now she's on my case like flies on shit. Yeah I got kids seven to be exact, by four different women. I love all my kids every last one of them. I do what I can to make sure all my kids are taken care of. That's why I want out of this drug dealing shit. I can't take care of my kids if I'm locked up or in a casket. I pulled up on Richard and parked in front of a house. On the porch was one of my clients. He walked towards my car and I rolled down the passagerside window.
"A wuz up man you got that kilo?" he said poking his head into my black Nissan s13.
He had on grey faded sweat pants with dope boy forces, a black bleach stained T-shirt with dry ass jeri curls.
"Yeah man you got that paper ?" I said
"Yeah"
He dug in his pocket and handed me a roll of money. I counted it to make sure this nigga wasn't trying to short me but it was $150 exactly. I stuffed the money in my pocket, got out the car, and opened the trunk. I lifted the compartment where a spare tire would usually be revealing the ten kilos of yay I had hidden away. I dug in the trunk giving him the one kilo that he asked for
"Ight man right on right on"
"Yeah just hit me up if you need some more software I should have another drop coming next week" I said closing the trunk
"Bet" he said giving me a head nod and walking back towards the house
I got in the car and headed over to Ren's
YOU ARE READING
A Compton Story Book 1
FanfictionBeing in Compton wasn't the easiest thing for me but until I got that shot of success it all changed. I became big. I started buy things that no average muthafucka in Compton could afford. I was living the good life until I was wrapped up in women...
