Hold You Down.

Left Behind.

Hustle **
It's been 3 years since I've seen or heard anything from Adrian nor Riana.
Every since that day I called and a dude picked up, I stopped trying to reach out to her.
I know she got my message that I called.

I even tried calling more times until one day I called and noticed she changed her number, so Fuck her.

Maybe, my mom was right Adrian and Riana never meant me any good.

I moved out my moms crib, Sonya let me crash with her and her girlfriend. After I was shot, Sonya rebuild the operation on her own and put me back in the game. I bought my own crib on the south side, The operation not moving how it was when Me and Adrian ran it but it's enough to keep a nigga pockets straight.

After I got out the shower, I got dressed my phone started to ring.

"Ayoooo" I picked up the phone it was Sonya.

"What's up my guy! Got some great news. Pull up to the spot in 20 minutes." She said then hung up.

Every since our old traps were burnt down, Sonya found another spot, ducked off and unnoticeable.

30 minutes later

Hustle*

Pulling into the door Sonya was already waiting on me. I got out the car and walked up to her.

"Damn, nigga you'll be late for your own funeral." Sonya Joked.

"I'm here ain't I? I said sarcastically.

"Yeah, yeah! Anyways, I just got a new connect, I made some pulls and it's some shit in Mexico thats putting millions fuck that, billions in niggas pockets. Motherfuckers making 100 Million and more every week." She explained.

Sonya, you know me, you know I'm skeptical I'm not with that fucking with new dealers.

"So, what's the case?" I asked her/

"All we have to do is fly to Mexico, meet the plug, convince him to take that $500,000 we got stashed and front 30 Kilo's.

"Wait a minute" I cut her off.

"What motherfucker you know gone take a $500,000deposit on 30 kilo, you know how much we'll make off that." I said to her definitely not understanding this shit.

"motherfucker Just trust me on this. Have I let you down yet? Arrangements already been made. We leaving tomorrow morning. You with me or wha?"

"Yeah man I'm with ya But, them fucking Mexicans don't play? If we gone do this shit, we gotta do this shit." I said to Sonya.

"Well, let's do this shit then."