I knew the nigga was my son when Juan let him in my baby mama's house which was the trap. Grayson was my oldest, Petey the middle, and Leroi Jr. was the youngest. I named him after me cause I loved his mama. I wanted to wife her, but she wanted to be a nurse and she couldn't handle my lifestyle. I saw him all the time in the hood, but I kept my distance because I promised her I would. I hated not being in my sons life especially my namesake. He was tall like me, had deep waves like me, and he rocked the fly shit just like me. I sat on the couch puffin in my Newport as he gave me a head nod before following Juan upstairs. I never smoked weed cause only dumb niggas want an altered mind. I kept a clear head to keep my mind on my money. Contrary to popular belief I wasn't into the drug game cause I learned during my youth that the game was too dirty. My specialty was guns and phones. I had the inside track on damn near every prison on the east coast. I bought the cheapest prepaid phones and sold them for a grand a piece to stupid ass niggas in the pen that wanted to keep up with they baby mamas, wives, girlfriends, and side pieces. I even had young broads getting me food stamp phones. Everything new that came out was boosted by my connects at the phone stores. My gun supply was unlimited cause I had a connect at the police station. Everything they took off the streets I could get for the right price and easily triple that shit by selling it to these young niggas that had something to prove. I actually offered Judy to move out of here long ago, but she didn't want my money. I knew she was sick and it killed me cause she was good people. She was married to a real funny style cat that I knew from somewhere. I would place him one of these days.
I got the call I was waitin on so I yelled up the steps "Aye son I'm gone. Hit me later when you got my money!" I walked out of the trap and to my lime green 2014 Camaro convertible. It had matching lime green and cream guts with L.L stitched into the headrests, and you know it sat on them 26's so it could look low on all the other cars. I pulled off and dialed the number back.
"Aye I'm on my way to pick up merchandise and have Ari sexy ass bring it out to me. I ain't had my duck sucked in a minute.'
Oh yall mad cause I fuck with young hoes? I ain't go no love for none of em.
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Love Lock Down
General FictionI never knew that life could be this hard. Mama died on me, my stepfather shows his ass, and I get caught up. Now I got a situation that I ain't even ready for. All I know is that me and Navette both been through too much to let it end here. This go...
