One fuckin milli, aint that some shit.
Them niggas in the courthouse made ya boy bond one million dollars. They walked me to my cell and shoved me in. My ass in deep trouble. Ima be in here for a minute.
I looked over and saw this buff lookin' Brazilian. "Sup, im Paedro, my niggas call me Dro " he extended his bawled up fist . Dude looked coo so i dapped him back. "I'm Rico" i said sitting on the hard ass mattress. My ass not gone last in this piece of shit. "Not trynna be nosey cuh, but watchu in for?" Dro asked. "Robbing a bank, niggas got my bond up at a milli, where the fuck they think ima get that type of dough?" I closed my eyes realizing my situation. "You trynna get out this piece? You work at my trap, yhunno watch shit till i get out, and I'll get ya ass out this piece. " Dro looked at me with this half ass smile. "You serious? " I couldn't even begin process what was just offered. "Deadass" and with that he sat on his bed and lit the cigarette.
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Last Kings: Rico's Story
JugendliteraturStory based on Rico's Story by Speaker Knockerz Sequel: Last Kings: Jordan's Story
