I remember this one story
from when I used to deal
I was just trying to make lunch money
But ofc some kids just want to make it real
It was like the first month I was pushin
This random kid hit my line
Told him I got some blue dream
And some new kush in
He asked about the pricing
Told him the weights
And 40 for an eighth
So he said ok
And ended the call.
Hits me back the day after
Trying to get that eighth
Shit I was hyped to get paid
Brought a switchblade to be safe
Cause you know I thought out every factor
I'm posted up at the courts
Just seen this kid hit a mean crossover
Than lay it up
My phone starts ringing
The guy said he parked down the block
I said ok I'm here chillin
Walk over
I met him half way
We dapped each other
Showed him the bud
He said "okay..
I want the eighth."
I put away all the bags and pulled out another
He takes it funny
Looks at it all sideways
I noticed he hadn't taken out any money...
He looked up at me
pushes me to the side
Starts sprinting up the block
Like a real dumb motherfucker
I'm thinking
Fuck this I'm keeping my pride
Took off behind him
Little did he know
I just finished my lacrosse season
So he was running for a dumb reason
He unlocks his car
I see it's not far
run past him
Pulled out the knife
wasn't looking for his life
Just put it to the tire tread
He screamed "wait!"
Like he was about to get a clean fucking slate
Told him to give me the eighth
I stood up
Held my shit like a tactical
Shit now that's laughable
Either way I got my weed back
Plus a little more
Made him give me his last 20
So you know I added that to the stack
