♪ i got peas in the house, coupe in the front yard
Nosey ass old lady next door, she lookin' hard
Stuffin trees in the zip-loc cuz im over there
Whippin hard
Weighin' peas on the scale while I'm taking
Phone calls
Drop it on the scale, Drop it on the scale, Drop it on the scale, Drop it on the scale... ♪ He go say that about four more times. We pulled up at the warehouse. I walked in and Rico and Jurõ greeted me and Blac.
"Everyone, conference room, now." They knew who was meant to come and who wasn't . We walked in and Drip and Q were there trying to look professionial, but Shirts, ties, trues, and polos dont look that professional. Everyone sat down and Q And Drip stood up.
"Aww man. You brought the only person who could make this go wrong. KIM."
"Fuck you Drip."
"Aye, calm y'all asses down. Q, Drip, what y'all got. We on a schedule." They literally argued over who'd speak first. I pulled the 9 from my waist. I cocked it.
"Speak. Now." they wastin my time.
"Aite. So we deal weed to a large majority of Chciago. It's gettin risky to do so. But' what if we disguised the weed, as breathspray." Did I just hear Drip right?
"See. I knew he was stupid." That was Kim.
"Hold up Kim. How y'all plan on doing this?"
"Well, we have some of the best chemist here. What if we get them to--"
♪ Fuck dat bitch, Fuck dat bitch--♪ Young Dro went off.
"Really, Kim. While we presenting?"
"Shutup Drip. It's my aunt."
"Go answer it." She left the room.
"Keep talking."
"Okay. So, what if we get them to liquify the weed, and alterate to smell and taste like mint, but get you high as heaven."
"Okay, so let's vote this. All those who wanna try this raise yo middle finger." As soon as I raised mine, a bunch others raised the bird.
"All those oppossed?" No one spoke.
"Good. I'll drop it by at the lab. Back to work. Make that money." I got up and left the room. Q and Drip started doing the nae-nae. They some fools.
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"Umm, sir. You do realize the complications with doing this."
"That's why I hired you. To fix those complications."
"Yes, but--"
"Good. Now have a sample product ready next week to be tested or you'll lose ya kneecaps. Got it? Good." With that I spun and walked off. I walked to the car and saw Kim in thier. Was she crying? I got in the car and she was definetly crying.
"what's wrong?'' I asked puttin my arm aroubd her.
"My sister died of a stroke." Damn, that's heavy.
"Oh, shit."
"And they saw the way she had Carlous livin and they threatining to put him in foster care."
"Lil' Nigga? Awll hell nawl. We finna go stop that." I cranked the car on and hit the gas so hard I burnt rubber. I called Q.
"Huahh! Hello?''
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Changin Tha Game
Teen FictionThe weed game..it's risky. Blac and his friends deal weed. The friends grew up in a orphanage. They stuck together. Now, They've come up with a way to change the way it's distributed. This comes with haters, imitators, and problems. Blac has to hold...
