Good Girls Need Love Too.

what it is & what it ain't?

Rugrat

June 11, 2019
8:23 am

I was up early thinking about last night. Meeting my brudda just kept playing over and over again in my head.

Before I got here, I was shitting mane. I wasn't feeling da whole moving to a different state shit.

Especially not Georgia. Florida was .. special. But when I seen my boy? I coulda cried if I was one of these soft niggas.

When our ol' lady got tired of beating on us and shit, she gave me and Mani up for adoption.

We moved from Polk County down to da O. This cool ass couple who couldn't have kids took us in. Danielle and Kenny. They was bankin too. Lived in a mansion. Had bout 6 cars.

We ain't want fa nothing. And ionn just mean a couple dollars & gifts here and there.

They gave me and Mani anything we wanted when we was jits. The latest toys, alllll da designer clothes.

But the older i got, the more curious i became. It's a lotta trees in Florida, but ionn think money grow on a mf one.

First time i asked my pops where the money was coming from, I was 10 years old.

"Yo pops? Ju a barber and ma is a midwife. I appreciate all that y'all do for me, but I know y'all payrolls aint doing all this." I said pointing around the house. "So what it is and what it ain't?"

"Chill out gangsta." He chuckled and told me if I could prove that I could manage and make money, then he would tell me.

He gave me 5 years to turn a stack into 10. It took me 2 and a half.

I was scamming niggas left and right. 12 years old with 10K to my name, a nigga couldn't touch me.

I showed him the money and he didn't even ask how I got it.

He simply answered the question that I've been wanting to know for years: "I'm a businessman."

I was pissed bra. It wasn't even bout the money. I buss my ass doing allat shit for a bs answer like dat? Nah.

I stayed cool though cause pops aint never gave me no problems. Plus, i had 10K to do whatever i wanted with.

I took my 10 and turned it into 20 in less than a year. I guess that that was the response he was looking for.

When i turned 13, he brought me to one of his "meetings" and this was the farthest thing from my mind when i thought of business.

I was expecting a bunch of high nosed crackas, them ones that give you that tight lip ass smile when you look at em.

I seen niggas from Americas Most Wanted up in that bit.

Wanted poe boys, killas, gat dealers, child traffickers from off the news... pretty sure I seen some niggas from da Zoe pound too.

But there were also actual company owners, CEO's, marketing managers, alllattt. They were all dressed in suits, well tailored.

I saw that my pa did a lil bit of all. Except for the trafficking. Leave da jits and ladies alone.

Emphasis on ladies. If she a hoe, treat ha like one. And don't ever miss and treat no beezie like a queen.

As the day went on, I learned that he owned 6 shopping centers around soflo (South Florida), shares in Google and Amazon, and a whole damn Walmart, along with his barbershops, and warehouses for company productions.

We focused on drugs the whole first year of my training. Pa had dat krippy, white girl, E bombs, shrooms, anything you could think of, he had it.

He never had to touch a thang, but some shit just wasn't legit if he ain't did it himself.

Like teaching his boy how to move bricks.

I felt a rush when I did that shit. Like I was born just for it. And anything that dealt with narcs came natural.

The next year was dedicated to protection. 9's, gats, choppas, macs, allll da heat. Cuttas, shanks, machetes. Even chemical composition.

By the end of the year, I was a sharp shooter. Surgical with that bitch.

And with the knives? I could gut a nigga with my eyes closed.

Shittt, I could make my own Chloroform.

By the beginning of my third year, I'd mastered product and protection. Now I had to work on people and relations.

Pa always told me, never do this shit by yourself. Surround yourself with real niggas.

Not niggas who play real when things going good. But niggas who actually gone slide for ya even when it aint shit to slide over anymore.

I was prepared to take over the business at 17. But Pops told me something was way more important than my other lessons: Education.

How tf you gone run a business when you don't know how to?

So, I enrolled in FAMU for a B.S in Business Administration with a Program Major in Facilities Management.

Until now.

My junior year bra? Now my sister wanna play Iyanla fix my life.

Everything was in Florida. School, the business, da baddest lil bitties.

But the A looked promising.

I got my family. I'm transferring to Clark Atlanta next semester.

Some of my niggas from O town moved up here after high school.

And shit. I might've even found me a lil honey. Realll pretty ass lil flower.