From good girl to hustler

Derrick.....

Derrick: I mean smart....
Kia: yes number one in my class national honor society, academic team
Derrick : ok I get it lol well I know who's going to be doing my projects and my homework
Kia: um you I take school seriously serious enough that I don't do others peoples work if I can study so can everyone else
Derrick : dang ma you ain't got to be so rude I'm smart I just don't got no time for school see I'm a hustler I don't know if trika told you or not but I'm just using school to keep the crackers out of my business I just moved here and I'm already plugged in
Kia: oh good for you( sarcastically) well I'm not in to all that I'm just strictly about my books
Derrick : come on now I know you got to like to do something other than go to school
Kia: I read write poetry probably something you wouldn't be interested in
Derrick :see that's where you wrong I write a little poetry myself and my oldest brother he is a author he in prison though just writing a bunch of books he got his own publishing company and everything
Kia: oh well I'm sorry for judging a book by its cover
Derrick : that's ok I'm use to it but um I'm not gone hold you up pretty sure you want to get to class how about we meet up after school I'll share some of my poems with you and bring over one of my brothers books
Kia:(hesitates) ok um does 530 sound good to you
Derrick ; yea I'll make time
Kia: I stay right next to trika
Derrick I know I'll be there
Kia: ok
Kias pov
A thug poet who this nigga think he is tupac or something he is kind of cute though but let me not forget the motto NO DISTRACTIONS so I will just let him come over play him to the left then he will forget about me and go chase one of the school thots sounds like a plan
Lance POV
I'm at the spot making sure everything running smoothly this is a typical first of the month for me everybody coping and rein up just the way I like it dope gone money long I'm not the type of nigga to be on the block I'm the plug all I do is pull up and collect I got out the game after I did my first bid and I met a nigga from Mexico inside the pin I saved his ass from getting killed and he told me when I got out to contact his people and I did and I been rich every since yea I got my haters but my team is solid and they don't mind murking a nigga either he'll whole family if they have to just the niggas I needed because out here shit gets grimey see my mother was a crackhead and my daddy was a drug dealer but he loved my moms though but in the streets you got to learn that you can either love your bitch more or love the streets you can't love both my dad made that mistake when he found out my moms was on drugs instead of trying to get her help he stayed with her and allowed her to get high and my moms stayed high she would do crazy shit I remember one time she left me and my sister at school and never came to get us my pops was out of town and luckily my grandma came to get us we didn't see my mom for two weeks until my pops found her strung out in some crack house but Because of love he took her back this happened often until it happened one time too many my moms went and stole three keys from my dad and she took it to the crack house and her and her dope friends got high for days until the police came and raided the place they knew who my mom was and they knew who she dated so they took her downtown made her tell them everything his connect and all and the bitch gone have the nerve to come home like didn't shit happen but my dad loved her he believed her when she said they just let her go three days later the feds had our house surrounded but my dad was a g as soon as they rushed in he upped the chopper and killed about 5 of them mother fuckers but it was too many and they ended up killing him me and my sister watched the whole thing shit traumatized me as for my moms the Mexicans got word that she snitched and they had a dealer serve her some crack lanced with poison she died in the alley and being she had pawned or sold all my dads shit we was broke we had to stay with my grandma we lived poor until I got 12 I started robbing niggas hustlin until I got caught at the age of 17 I was on the rise crackers pulled me over because I had Benz found a lil bag on me they hid me for 3 years but now I'm a king pin I believe things happen for a reason so i love it all the good bad the ugly I know how to survive in these streets and oh I can't forget about my main nigga face me and face met in juvie I saw this nigga beat up three niggas he was down and ready for whatever he was the overseer of my operation he made sure shit ran smooth I loved this nigga to death
Lance: how shit going
Face: shit moving in and out you know it don't stop I'm need bout 3 more of those too
Lance: I got you
Face: nigga I saw you dropping a young thottie off at school this morning lol
Lance: nigga I was giving her a ride it was raining the question is what was you doing up at the school lol
Face: you know early morning head action from one of my young hoes lol
Lance: alright nigga when you catch a rape charge
Face: nigga all my hoes is 17 and older
Lance: alright nigga when your ass end up in jail don't call me
Face: shit you gone be the first one I call and you better pull up
Lance: nigga I'm coming right or wrong but anyway I got word this young cat from New York trying to deal on our shit I ain't gone knock his hustle but just know he got to pay that street tax
Face: I'm already on it lil nigga in school now I'm catch him when he leave he either gone pay or end up on the news you know how I do
Lance: we on the same shit well let me duck off and get them three for you I'll pull up on you later on tonight and uh handle that situation
Face: already handled.....