West Side Highway (A$ap Rocky)

3• So Fortunate

A/N: Toni's apartment.

We made it down to the Bronx and are now in some shitty apartment with some dude. Rocky said his name is Twelvy. I sat on the couch next to Rocky and was nervous as fuck, Twelvy looked scary.

"You want a drink?" Twelvy asked me.

"No, I'm fine." I mumbled.

"Huh?"

"I'm fine!" I said louder.

"Aite." He paced around his living room.

"So Rakim." He started. "You sure you can sell?"

I turned to him in disbelief. "What are you selling now, Rocky!?"

Twelvy raised his eyebrow at me. "Crack ain't no joke..."

"You're selling crack?!" I stood up. "I thought it was just weed. Do you know what you're risking when you stand on that corner!? Your life, family, friends, so many things! You're so fucking selfish! You drag me all the way over here-" I lowered my voice. "To get some crack to sell!? I can't with you, Rakim!"

I showed myself to the door and went to the nearest subway on my way home. I can't believe him, these dumbass choices he's making, for what? Money? There are better and safer ways to make money. He thinks my concern is just me trying to tell him what to do. Can't stand his ass sometimes!

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I finally got home and was still pissed. Waisted an hour and thirty minutes of my life dealing with bullshit. My grandma just now came home from work, she gets home at 5 on Fridays but just so you know she ain't that old only 50 years old but she looks 37.

"What's wrong, Toni?" She asked as she started putting away groceries.

"Nothin' just school stressin' me out." I lied, I went over to help her but she said she's fine.

"What's stressing you out about school? Better not be them niggas."

I chuckled. "No, it's just how it's the end of the year, testing and stuff." Can't cuss around this woman. She'd beat my ass.

"Aw honey. You can do it, just pray to the wonderful man upstairs and he got your back. Don't get me started on my preacher mess."

"Got chu, Grandma."

"Good. Now turn on the tv, Ellen is on."