“It was boiling outside, and I felt like I was about to melt in my wife-beater, denim jeans, and timberlands. My mother’s words were eating me up on the inside as I waited for Tyriq to show. I had to do this one thing, make a couple thousands, put myself above water and shit. Around six in the evening a burgundy Escalade pulled up. “Get in, Vince,” Tyriq said. I jumped in giving him dap and he pulled off. He was sporting a fresh throwback Bulls Jersey and a matching fitted. “Damn, nigga, you don...’t sleep, huh?” I joked. “I’ll sleep when I dead,” he responded. “Yo, I’m in,” I said feeling my heart race. “Now you bout ya biz,” he nodded. “I just need to make some quick paper, get me back on my feet and then I’m goin’ back to school,” I added. “Yo, ain’t nuthin’ wrong wit’ that. I need some educated niggas having my back in this game. Yo, some of these young corner-niggas that I got workin’ for me, they bust guns and can hold it down. But when it comes to simple math and some intelligent shit, they dumb as rocks, Vince,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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