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CHAPTER V

I woke up at daybreak the next morning, to a note from Christine. She expressed in the note that she had a big test in the morning so she couldn't spend the whole. I wasn't trippin' about it, I got me some cutty last night. As I was reaching in my drawer to grab a pre-rolled blunt of some good Sour OG. I noticed a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice with a strawberry wedge. See what good dick makes a woman do. Freshly squeezed mother fuckin' orange juice, I thought to myself as I started laughing. I took my blunt and orange juiced then walked over to my bookshelf. I picked up Damond John's "The Power Of Broke" and then proceeded downstairs and out to my terrace. I decided to read a couple of chapters before I cooked some breakfast. As I got deep into the first chapter, I realized everything in life is a hustle.
If I want to reach my billionaire goal then I need to be hustlin', as if I'm still stuck in the south side of Chicago again. I'm starting to get way too comfortable with the few million I have. I need to make some more power moves so I can not only put myself in a better position, but also upgrade my day one niggas' positions too. Damn this is some good bud, got a nigga making all types of life changing decisions and shit.
What do I feel like eating, I thought to myself as I entered in my chef's kitchen. You know what I'm just going to keep it simple, I said to myself as I took two fillets of smoked salmon out my fridge. I turned on my flat screen in the kitchen and then went to my YouTube app and played DJ Khaled interview with Hot 97.
"Man, that nigga DJ Khaled is a fuckin' fool," I said while laughing to myself. But on the real he is always on point with the game he gives. I then threw both the fillets on the skillet to cook-up for a bit. God damn my salmon is looking fine I said to my self as I turned off my stove and plated my smoke salmon. I had to head out to my warehouse today, so I didn't kick back in the living room and dine like I usually would. I just ate in the kitchen while watching this funny ass nigga DJ Khaled giving these niggas the keys to success.
After I finished my breakfast I headed upstairs to my room to get undressed and hop in the shower. Before I hopped in the shower I headed over to my walk-in closet and laid out my fit. Since I wasn't doing anything major, there was no reason for me to get all the way swagged up. So I just laid out a navy and white Armani jacket, black Zara jeans and my white and navy shell toe Adidas, and I hopped in the shower. Hopefully those Jamaican plants I snatched up a couple months ago were almost done growing.I then finished up my shower and got dressed.
After getting dressed, I headed downstairs and past the living room then into the garage. I hopped in the whip, pulled out of the garage and sped off to my warehouse. Twenty minutes later I was pulling up to my warehouse. I was stupid excited to see how my Jamaican plants were turning out. I hopped out the car and made way inside.
"Dre, what's good my nigga?" my top grower questioned.
"Shit nothin' major, I just got back in town from my trip to Nicaragua and Atlanta," I replied.
"Damn nigga you stay out the country, I know you passport is stamped the fuck up," he said.
"Hell yea, you know how I move," I stated.
"You know I got some good news for you," he said.
"Oh word, what's good?" I questioned with excitement.
"That Jamaican shit as grown twice the size we thought it would," he stated.
"So that couple million you thought you were going to make, is going to be more like four to five million flat," he stated. "And if we break it down to wax, you could make twice that."
"GOD DAMN!" I loudly expressed.
"Hell yeah, my nigga" he said.
"BOOM!" door kicked in.
"EVERYBODY GET THE FUCK ON THE GROUND, FBI!" FBI agent said.
"What the fuck," I said to myself as my top grower jumped on the ground.
"EVERYBODY GET THE FUCK ON THE GROUND THIS IS A MOTHER FUCKIN' RAID!" an FBI agent angrily said, as he approached me and slammed me to be the ground.
"GOD DAMN, YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO DO ALL THAT!" I angrily shouted, as I started to see blood dripping out of my mouth.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I BLOW YOUR MOTHER FUCKIN' BRAINS OUT!" the FBI agent shouted back at me. Then hell of agents were just rushing to each section of my warehouse, taking my product and fucking shit up. One by one agents were taking my clones, flowers and extracts. By the time they were done I knew I would would of been a few million in the hole.
"ASK HIM WHERE HE KEEPS THE CASH!" one of the agents said to the agent that still had his foot in my ass.