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Take care of your people and hustle everyday. Everything else will fall into place.
-Joey Fatts

• We Gon' Ride •

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• We Gon' Ride •

2015.

Marcel.
Orange County, CA.

When I hear the doorbell ring I make my way down the stairs

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When I hear the doorbell ring I make my way down the stairs. "I'm coming!" I yell when they keep ringing the doorbell. I already knew it was Dyamond because I invited her over. I open the door to see her standing there with her big belly. "Yo big ass about to pop," I say hugging her then letting her in.

"Shit, I wish I could just be popped like a balloon and she'll come out. Easy peezy!" I laugh as we walk in. "This is a nice place. Big as hell too. No wonder it took you so long to get to the door. How many bedrooms is this?" She asks as we go to the living room.

We both sit down then I say, "Uhh, five, I think. There's a pool too," I say pointing towards the backyard."

"Bet you can't even enjoy it though cause you're always gone."

"Yeahh, one of these days I'll take a break. Until then I gotta chase this paper. You want anything? A drink or food? I know yo big hongry ass at least wanna snack."

She rolls her eyes and says, "Actually, I don't. I ate before I came."

"Alright, when I come back in here with my drink don't ask for one. You had your chance." I chuckle then go to the kitchen which is right next to the living room. Because it's an open kitchen we could still talk.

"So, who all lives here?" Dyme asks.

"My Momma and Matika. It's my house, but it might as well be my Momma's house," I say as I go in the refrigerator. I grab a pitcher of kool-aid then sit it on the kitchen counter.

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