Prosperity

The Scheme

" Who the fuck is this?
pagin me at 5:46 in the mornin crack a dawnin
now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye
see who's this pagin me and why "

8:22 PM

Here We Go. Driving To The Spot.

Driving Through The Streets, Blasting Biggie In Tommy's Ford Explorer. They Got Me Driving Because They Were Rolling Up And Blowing. I Don't Smoke Though. I Would Once In Awhile. Never Was a Regularly Scheduled Type Of Shit Unlike These Two Spaced Out Fucks.

" Aye Desmond Slide To BK Right Quick. A Nigga Hungry. " Marcus Poked His Head Up To The Front Seats.

" No Nigga. Pablo Said Meet Him At The Spot At 8:30. We Gonna Be Late As It Is. " I Said While Keeping My Eyes On The Road.

" Desmond You Bugging Kidd Just Make A Quick Stop. " Tommy Added His Two Cents.

" G Bruhh You're Being A Dickhead Right Now. " Marcus Started To Get Irritated.

Ignoring Them, I Kept Driving To The Spot.

Around 10 Minutes Later, We Arrived At An Alley. Pablo's Mustang Headlights Slashed Through The Darkness.

I Turn Off The Car And We Got Out To Meet Him Halfway.

We Been Dealing For Pablo For Years. Pablo Is A Real Laid Back Hispanic Nigga. Short Motherfucker But Was Cocky Asf. He Is One Calm, Mild Mannered Lil Fucker. Probably All Them Damn Drugs He Pump In His Body. But Either Way, He Pays Us Generously. The Reason Why We Continue To Sell.

" Alright So Look Here. " He Said While Looking At His Car Window, Slicking His Hair Back.

" If Tommy Didn't Tell You, I Got A Plug For Us. They Looking To Have A Few Bags Of Everything We Selling. "

Pablo Had Nearly Every Drug You Can Think Of. He Had Xans , Heroin, Speed, Weed, Coke, That White, Booger Sugar. This Little Nigga Had It All. He Even Sells Codeine For The Low. He Has Money Out His Ass. No Wonder Why This Nigga Wears Multiple Chains Like He's A Slave.

" Tommy Said Something About 75 Thousand Dollars. " Marcus Interrupted.

"Well Actually, They Brought It Down To 60 Thousand. "

60 K Is Still A Lot Of Fucking Money.

" Aye 60 Thousand Is Still A Lot Of Money Yo. " Tommy Said As If He Literally Read My Mind.

" You Damn Right Tommy. " Pablo Said. His Phone Started To Ring.

He grabs It And Answer. Conversation Started Smooth Until He Started Going Off In Spanish.

He Spent 5 Minutes Straight Spitting Heat In Spanish As If He's Doing A Freestyle Off A Beat. I Never Seen Him This Angry Before. Matter Fact I Never Seen Him Showing Any Other Emotions Other Than Happy Or Calm. We Just Stood There and Look At Each Other. He Hangs Up.

" My Bad Fellas, You Know These Hoes Be Outta Pocket Sometimes . " He Gathers Himself Up. " But Anyways, this Drop Is gonna Happen In About A Month From Now.

" Where We Gonna Drop It Off At? " I Asked.

" Oak Grove Park, Amigo. " He Said.

" Ight Shittttt We Got This. " Tommy Overly Eager Ass Jumped Into The Conversation.

" Ight Good. Aye I Gotta Go Though. Y'all Be safe. " He Hops in His Car And Drove Off.

I'm Having Mixed Emotions About This Drop.