Meek had all this work on him and really didn't have a plan on what he was gonna do with it. He left Cesar's home and flew back to downtown Philly. He sold drugs before he got his deal but never moved no serious weight, he left that to his nighas who were still in the streets.
Meek parked his Maybach and hopped out swinging the bag over his shoulder. His security stayed in the lot. 'Just be cool' , he recycled that phrase through his mind a few hundred times as he stepped onto the elevator. "26th floor, going up"
His phone rang and he jumped, fumbling it in between his fingers. "Wife", the screen read. He went to answer and only said a few words before the call dropped. Meek wasn't in the position to talk anyway or lie to her, so he silenced it and stuck it in his back pocket.
*BING*. He stepped off and immediately looked down the hall both ways. He loudly beat on the door of apartment 26A for nearly 2 minutes when the door finally flung open.
Omelly opened the door, stuffing one arm underneath his shirt, the other gripping a grilled cheese sandwich. His eyes were wide and Alert.
Omelly: "NIGGA.... (Looking down the hall) Fuc is yu doin???" (In a thick philly accent) Meek: "was sup O"
Meek didn't wait for an invitation in. He squeezed past O and into his home. Omelly shot him the craziest look.
Omelly: (yelling) "WASSUP WITH YOU CUZ? ... ALMOST PUT TWO IN YOU.. (Closing the door behind him) ... Knocking on my shit like you the Feds..... Bul wassup??" Meek: "Chill Out O... (Looking around nervously) ... Who all here?" Omelly: "nobody ... (Calming down) you good Meek?" Meek: "yea I'm straight...your chick ain't coming home?" Omelly: "nah I sent that lil bitch to her moms crib tonight" (taking the final bite of his sandwich)
Meek relaxed and sat at the table, running his hands over his face. Omelly pulled out a chair across from him, sat his gun in the center of the table and joined him. He picked up the duffle bag from the floor and emptied it onto the table then reclined in his seat. Omelly's eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas. He glanced at Meek in shock and back at the contents on the table.
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Omelly: "what's going on cuz?" Meek: "ion know .... (Rubbing his head) " Omelly: (taking a razor out his pocket) "what you mean you don't know... (He sampled a bit off his pinky finger and his eyes lit up) ... Wooooo..... This A1... Where you get this? " Meek: "a gift...... (O stared on in confusion) ... You can move this?" Omelly: "I can DEFINITELY move this... I just need some more niggas.......... Really We been in a drought... ...Doing the Oxy and the Molly... But this the bread and butter right here... This that shit"
O rubbed his hands together like bird man.
Meek: "aight then it's yours" (he stood up) Omelly: "ITS MINE?" Meek: "you heard me nigha.. Do what you do..." Omelly: "cuz... You sure?"
