Ride or Die.

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Shawn Carter
10:20 PM
Tucson, Arizona

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Money was tossed into the bag I mean stacks of money. It didn't make sense how rich some motherfuckers in this world were. Ever since I was little, I promised myself I would get some of them riches now look at me walking out a bank with my hands full.

I never had shit growing up—my mom had to struggle for everything we got and my dad his sorry ass walked out on us when I was only five.

There I was looking for him in everybody and never found him. By the time he showed up, I didn't need him. I was damn near grown and waist-deep in selling drugs. I was left the man of the house, so I had to do what I had to do to help out. Nobody was trying to hire my young ass back then, so I turned to dealing. And before that, I used to take my little sister up the street at the corner store, and we used to steal our next meal whenever the refrigerator was empty.

Yes, my mom worked she worked so much she barely was home. I hated seeing her overworking herself and being treated like shit at some jobs to provide for us.

Guess you could say I was doomed from the start, but I didn't give a fuck.

I added the bags in the back of the truck as Duck helped—the only problem was this nigga moved slow as fuck, "I ain't tryna get caught." I made clear as he mumbled something, and we hopped in the truck with $50k to our names.

We took the money back to Bullet hideout and counted through what we had which took us about 5 hours then we all got a cut. I felt like I deserved more, this wasn't enough for me.

I blew smoke into the air as Duck waved it away.

"Do you mind?" he grumbled.

"My bad." I laughed then counted the fat stack in my hands. "That was bout easy as a bitch. We could've been doing that shit. When are you gon give us a challenge?"

Bullet paced the concrete floor. "You gotta crawl before you can walk."

I stood from my seat. "I've been doing this walking shit for a while now B, a nigga bout ready to fly."

"Enjoy! Your earnings!" he said. "Everything will come in due time."

Duck flicked on the old TV in the room to the news and them talking about the robbery we committed—almost every time we did something they'd tune into the news after to watch what's being said. These fools gotta kick out of it, it was all entertainment to them, but I couldn't care less I just wanted my money to go.

Bey sat on the bed back at the motel writing—I peeked into the window before walking in. She glanced up at me then went right back to writing as I raised the bag releasing the money I had inside onto the bed before her.

"Help me spend this?"

"Where did you get all of this?"

"A tree."

She lifted a stack in her hand before flipping through it "Jay, I'm serious..."

"I'll tell you once you get dressed."

We hit up the local mall—she tried on the whole store, but I didn't mind cuz I got to watch her flex in different outfits. I sat there watching as she stepped out of the dressing room each look was getting worse than before, so I stood offering my quick assistance.

"I can't wear my buttons down like tha-" she said.

"According to whom?"

"According to me," she answered then grabbed her things walking back to the dressing room.