Only The Beginning

You set me up! (Martez in media)

"Dayday mane that bitch got my room smelling like long john silvers! I gotta get out." I heard chuckling before his rusty morning voice creaked through the phone. " Iight tez meet me at the trap at 8 got Some tea to spill." "Ight One" i said before clicking off. I walked to the other side of my house and freshen up. After that steamy ass shower I slipped on my polo boxers, I grabbed my Red Truckfit tee, some cargo jeans, and slid on my icy white timbs. It was 7:15 and i already knew I wasn't gone have time to whip up me some breakfast. I hopped in my Ford Fusion and headed to MacDonalds. I ordered my meal and some to drink and pulled out down the road on my way to the trap.
Mane this trappin shit ain easy get harder day by day. Killing niggas just made things fun. I do that on the regular. You got to watch out though, these streets ain no joke and these feds getting sneaky.
Once i pulled up to my destination i smashed my breakfast. Don't take food around black folks. I sipped on my apple juice as i headed in. "Mane y'all niggas would've been dead. Leaving doors unlocked and shit." "Tez don't come in hear with that attitude because you got served a spoonful of fish last night." "Splash" the boys teased and barked at me as i made my way to were DayDay was. "DayDay you a bitch for real!" I semi yelled as I entered the room he was in. Dayday and everyone else shared a laugh but ain find nothing funny. "All funny shit aside i got some info you might wana hear. You know that chiraq nigga that been stealing our dough? I know how he be getting that fast and easy money." This nigga done paused and left all us waiting for the rest like a girl be waiting for her bundles to come in. "Well he be hoeing his lady and using her house as a place to trap. Here's the twist. The lady has a daughter, she's 19 and she hates him with a passion. She stays at the home so she knows who's there during the transactions and knows how to win people over. She kinda like the drug lords step daughter in a way!" This was all music to my ears but I was still kinda lost. I mean what the hell we gone do? "Okay dayday I hear you but what this gone do or tie us to this nigga?" "My nigga was you even listening to me? They have a daughter! You my nigga and you gone be the ladies man you are, no gay shit, and win her over. Find out all ole dude plays. You also get us closer to him, closer to the bread ya fea me?" Dayday done slipped some in my apple juice cuu he crazy asf if he think I'm finna be apart of this sneaky shit. Fuckin a bitch is ok but playing her is not. What if she start feeling me than ima have to cut her off. "Dude what the hell? Are you crazy?!!" He looked at me like I was a zombie or some. "Mane tez go get yo shit together, we leaving today no questions." Is he really tryna play me? "Ain no shade of hoe in my blood I just don't see this shit as right. Y'all have a safe trip. Ill speak at y'all funeral and say how I told y'all not to take y'all Scooby doo lookin asses down there trying figure out mysteries. This lil plan ain respectful at all." Zackary, one of the boys, face scrunched up and i already knew he was fina talk some mess. "Look at tez bitchin out. What's wrong play boy? Scared you gone get a bullet between the cheeks? Respectful? My nigga do you remember what you said bout ole girl this morning? We'll pick you up round 6 see ya boy!" Them doing all that chattering ain even noticed they done walked me to my car and made they way back inside like ain nothing happened. Mane these niggas crazy.

4:00pm (Martez p.o.v)
I've been at home for a while now not noticing I've been pacing back and forth. As i peeped the time I knew i needed to get my stuff together and get ready cause ain no way DayDay gone let me stay. I packed three suit cases. One of all my shirts, one for my pants that had a condom in each pocket, and the other one with just some things i might need like my deodorant, tooth brush tooth paste, my chains and studs, and a couple guns. I made sure each had bullets. I always carried the letter my mom wrote me before she was gunned down along with my dad during a drug trade. Yep ma dukes was ina game. I guess this street shit run through my blood. Being the only child all they earnings was left for me.