One In A Million Love

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Xavier (Zave)

"Nigga what the fuck you mean you don't have all the money, you around here partying and whatnot but you don't have my fucking money?" I asked to one of the street niggas, Beans that was running one of my blocks.

"Man Zave." I didn't even give that nigga time to finish before I was beating his ass.

One thing niggas knew about me was that I didn't tolerate bullshit from nobody and I didn't play games when my fucking money was involved. After nearly stomping a mud hole in his ass I let up pulling out my pistol, I wasn't gonna kill the lil nigga just scare his ass up a little more so that he knew not to pull this shit again. I was nothing to be played with when it came to this street shit, I started out in the game when I was just fourteen years old so I had earned my respect and my ranking.

"Nigga do I look like I wanna hear a fucking excuse cause I don't, all I wanna see is them five stacks you owe me show the fuck up or I'm a put a fucking bullet in your head." I assured through gritted teeth. My face held a hard mug so that him and everyone else standing around could know I wasn't playing, shit was about to real.

"Let this be a fucking lesson to anybody else that wanna fucking come up short and not have the answers as where the fuck my money is!" I yelled out. "Get yo bitch ass up nigga." He did as told, trying to hide the fact that he was in pain. "You got twenty four hours to get me my fucking money or you're a dead man, now get the fuck out my face!" Lil nigga took off running like he was in a marathon or something.

I went ahead and collected the rest of my money from the street boys before supplying them with new product to sell, I made sure to rundown my expectations of everyone before jogging back to my black on black G wagon. I started the engine and fired up a blunt, blasting Nipsey Hustle 'Racks in the Middle' as I switched the gear to drive pulling off swiftly.

With clouds of smoke filling the truck I bobbed my head back and forth letting the words stick with me, taking me back down memory lane, it felt good to be me. I had worked so hard to get to the spot I was in, and I wasn't letting nothing or no one take that from me. The one person besides myself that I had to thank was Saint. I owed him my life, if it wasn't for him I wouldn't be where I am, having took me under his wing when I was just sixteen years old, I was on the block slang dope and he just so happened to pull up on me.

"Lil nigga you wanna tell me why you slangin' on my corner?" I shrugged my shoulders looking to the right of me, I wasn't trying to talk I needed some money. "

I didn't even pay attention to the fact that the truck had parked and everyone inside had gotten out, like I said I was looking for fens to sell to. I felt a hand push me from the bac and instantly pulled out my strap.

"You can say whatever the fuck you want but put yo hands on me." I barked standing at five eleven with my gun pointed in the guys face.

"Aight lil nigga put your pistol down, these niggas are trained to kill you'll be dead before you have time to pull the trigger." The guy from before spoke, I could tell he was in charge because he was the only fly nigga everyone else was wearing black on black suite and tie. "I'm Saint, I run shit around here and I don't remember you being part of y crew."

"That's cause' I'm not, I get my own money ian trying to work for nobody." I told him straight up, just in case he had something in mind. I wasn't scared of shit and I damn sure wasn't gonna go out bad, I was taking one of they ass with me. "I got a mama I gotta help pay bills I need every dollar."