Thug Passion (Urban)

Thug Passion

"Listen, I told you to have my money by today. Where is it?"

He coughed up some more blood, it was dripping everywhere.

"I told you already, I don't have it." One of the niggas that work for me said. "I'll get it, I need some more time." He pleaded.

I shook my head. "I don't like that answer." I nodded to my right hand man knowing he'll do what I need him to. "Now, it's time for me to go. Time to cut these keys."

The screaming I heard when I walked away was like music to my ears. It definitely bought a smile to my face. That's what happens when you fuck with my money.

"Yo D, what type of time you on today?" I said to my best friend Damontae. He's literally the Clyde to my Bonnie. We do anything & everything together. Me and females never clicked, they always on some grimey shit I can't fuck with.

"Shittt, the normal. Smoke some gas, probably meet up with a couple bitches." He shrugged his shoulders. "Why, wassup?"

"Mannnn." I dragged out. Shaking my head, I took a seat next to him. "That nigga Wormy fucked up big time. We needa get my money."

"Say no more, let's go."

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Now let me introduce myself.. I'm Cashmere Peaches Thomas but I go by Peaches. Growing up in Harlem, New York ain't easy. I've seen niggas close to me die, my old best friend turned into a crack head.

I'm 17 years old with no guidance. No parents, no family, no nothing. My parents gave me up for adoption when I was baby. My foster family didn't want me anymore when I turned 13 and tried to put me back in the system but I ran away. I've been on my own ever since.

Once you get to know me, I'm a cool ass chick. But just don't disrespect me, I don't take that shit lightly.

I'm the type of 'do something now ask questions later'. I love the streets but these streets don't love me.

Selling and getting money is all I know. School isn't for me, i'm a senior now and I can't wait to leave already. Knowing how life is, it's not going to be easy but knowing myself i'ma face it.

Enough of me already. D and I cruising down the street.

"Yo Cash, I heard it was somebody new in the streets. He got everything hot right now."

"Really?" I scoffed. "This nigga must not know but all I know is that he better not cross me and we won't have any problems." I started mumbling on. "Shit, he better not. I bust my ass to be where I'm at today, I'd be damned if I let a wanna be ass nigga throw me off my game."

"Facts but for right now let's bust this work and we'll get your money on the way out." I nodded in acknowledgment.

I busted a 'U' turn and started driving towards school.

"What happened with this nigga Wormy though?" I clenched the wheel.

"The nigga was out getting my money, doing the normal shit. Then this bitch sells my money instead of the drugs for some other shit. Then he gets robbed during the process. Why? I don't know. But that really fucked up my mood. My money. Our fucking money. What type of shit is that?" I hit the steering wheel, sucking my teeth.