Speeding down the freeway at unruly hours, tryin' to make the pickup before I end up in a sticky situation.
Niko in one ear, telling me I just made a deal with the devil, while in the other ear, I hear the city chanting my name.
The city I grew up in, is now my kingdom. I could get anything I wanted, and I mean anything, and anyone.
Except for her.
She was unexplainable, intelligent, sexy as hell, but devious. The way she could strike fear into people's eyes, and walk blocks, unfazed in her 6 inch heels.
But that story is for another time, I don't think I'm ready to tell it.
Running through lights while Maxwell played in the background, I kept asking myself how I allowed this situation into my life, I could've sworn I was smarter than this.
It all started out with the crew. Being outcasts for so long, we hungered for power, invincibility, ultimate control. And we obtained it, the process wasn't slow either, we took down the so called "big guys" leaving the rest with no other option but to kiss my feet.
I became conceited, power hungry, and clueless of the sly people watching my every step.
I parked my Bugatti and grabbed my gun out of the glove department, only God knows how I get when I'm angry, but I have to put an end to this. I just pray it won't send me to an early grave.
Welcome to the 6.
