I got up soon as Quan left. Turned my music up loud and let Bankroll Fresh x Trap blow through the speakers.
Go! Black madusa shades, everybody ski'd up like we bout to shoot da stage
Everybody workin', everybody gettin' paid
All these hoes fuckin', all these hoes gettin' slay'd
Young trap nigga, soon I'm a get a maid
I used to have roaches in my cereal, I couldn't eat
Str8 up out that gutta, str8 up out that gutta nigga
Heart of a hustla, that's why Ion't trust a niggaI got a knock on my window as I was getting in the shower.
(Shad at the top)
"Shad what up nigga?"
"You ready guy?"
"Im bout to shower. Ill be out soon."
I closed my window back and locked it.
After taking a 30 minute shower I got dressed in my white plain tee, ripped jeans, black timbs, black bulls snapback, with my black cross chain, and casio watch.
I brush my teeth before checking myself out in Quans mirror.
Shad sat on the steps outside my apartment.
"You ready?"
I lock the door.
"Yeah but you can't come."
He looked at me like I was stupid.
"Why not?"
"Nobody suppose to kno. Not even you. Ill split what I make with you. Let me go see what she talking."
He nodded.
I walked to the store around the corner to see Ray standing by her car.
"Mon, what up lil bro?"
"Not shit, just ready to make some benjis."
She nodded.
"I don't think you bout this so if you pull it off you get 1,000."
My heart jumped but I grew nervous.
"I got it. What's up?"
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What Doesn't Kill Me...
General Fiction19 year old Tajanae has been in and out of trouble since her younger years. She has a drug dealing brother who has no respect for anyone and will protect her with no regret. Her mother and stepdad try their hardest to keep her step brother and siste...