We ended up staying out there till 5 in the morning. I didn't wake up till 3 and that was Tas fault.
"Nigga get up and make this paper." He said throwing bands at me.
"Nigga what bank you rob?" I said while pulling off the rubber band counting the money.
"That's are pay for selling. I got 450 so that's probably how much you got." He said while dribbling my ball.
I counted 750. That couldn't be right. I was gonna recount until a piece of paper fell out.
You gotta leveled head Sincere... Keep it up lil bruh. Y'all meet me at the trap at 6, and dress nice.
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Yours Truly
Mystery / Thrillerto find out the daily struggles of being out in the streets just trying to find a way to eat.
