“Fuck him and his punk ass uncle. What the fuck you follow me for, Ace?”
“You really ain’t fuckin’ with us on this?” he questioned.
“Nigga you heard me when I said it. I’ll get my own funds tonight. Y’all have fun and take my share. I really don’t give a fuck.” I was standing on that. I wasn’t pressed the way they were. I had like twelve grand saved up, so this lick didn’t make or break me.
“We don’t roll like that, Black. It’s either all or none,” he pleaded.
“Make it none then nigga. I don’t give a fuck.”
“Get the fuck off yo’ high horse nigga. We need you,” he voiced.
“Nah, you don’t. Walt got it planned out so handle that. Tell Hulk and TJ to have yo’ back. Don’t go in with no other mindset but getting the fuck in and getting the fuck out. I’m gone.”
I made it to my whip and climbed in. I hit the button on the dash, cranking my shit up, and pulled off. My name matched my car making me the only one in the crew to drive in luxury. It was a twenty-first birthday gift that appeared out of thin air. I never questioned it ‘cause a nigga was beating his feet. I took it as my mama making shit shake. Hell, she did it for everything else, so this fell with that.
Pulling off, I headed in the direction of the crib. Living in Frost Peak was like living in a small country town. We were approximately two hours from Sage Springs but visited the city anytime we wanted to do more than chill with yo’ cousin. The city was small, so everybody was damn near related.
The fact them niggas was gon’ take the gig anyway was blowing me. I wasn’t gon’ stop they bag though. Do you, justdon’t blame shit on me if shit went south. We didn’t move like that, and they knew it.
“Dumbass niggas,” I said aloud.
As I came to the first red light, my cell rang. Looking at the dash, I saw it was Ma Dukes. I answered even though I wasn’t in the mood to talk. “Yeah.”
“What’s the word?”
Adele was my muthafuckin’ rock. Since I was a jit, she kept it real with me ‘bout who I was and where I came from. I looked at her like a best friend more than anything. I knew she was the only muthafucka I could count on every single time.
“I ain’t going. That plan so damn flawed, Ma, it ain’t even funny.”
“I knew you would punk out. You scared of them or something?” She was the Atkins biggest opp if you asked me. She had beef with all of them, just not my donor.
“You know me better than that. The shit Walt brought to the table is for amateurs who don’t know no better. I been robbing niggas for eight years. I saw the holes from a mile away. Walt dumbass ain’t making this out alive, mark my words,” I said confidently.
“I think you scared. I told you who to go after a long time ago and now the opportunity here, you don’t want to take it. You didn’t come up with the jack so now you think it’s flawed. Just do the job, Genesis. We need the bread for the bills. I spent this month’s funds when I went on that trip.”
“I’ll get the money, Ma, and stop spending so recklessly. We ain’t got much to begin with.”
I didn’t hide a bitch ass thing from Adele. Whatever lick I did, she knew ahead of time. She was the only person in my corner for real and as long as she was up on game, I didn’t have to worry ‘bout shit. My mama was my silent partner on each jig.
“Tuh. You really ain’t doing it?” she asked.
“Hell nah. I’ll hit you back though. I’m ‘bout to make a move.” I hung up not caring to hear what else she had to say. She could go on a rant if you let her.
Getting as close to the hood as I could, I stopped at the corner store. I had a high metabolism, so I snacked the majority of my day. Call me Roman from Fast & Furious ‘cause I swear we were two peas in a pod. Hell, if I was being honest, I was a lil’ moody when I ain’t have snacks around me.
I pulled up to the bodega stripping a Hamilton from the small stack in my arm rest. Making sure I had my key on me, I stepped out, hitting the key fob as soon as the door shut. All I wanted was some damn ruffles, a pack of skittles, and a Brisk. I did the same combo enough to know how much the shit cost.
Walking through the door, I immediately got irritated by the line. Hitting that corner, I picked up each item I came for one by one. I bypassed the line and threw my bread on the counter before walking off.
“Aye, lil’ nigga, you can get to the back of the line,” a random chimed. He was a lil’ upset by my actions. I’m talking ‘bout unc was thirty-eight ‘bout me skipping the line.
I looked him up and down and kept it pushing to the door. However, he wasn’t the only one that had an issue. The rest of the bystanders and cashier tried their hand at it, too. I guess they was waiting on me to cut the fuck up.
“Sir, you have to wait in line like everybody else. I have to ring that up so inventory matches the number of sales. I can’t take this,” the cashier voiced.
I stood there while the blood in my veins began to boil. First off, the stupid bitch should’ve known me by now simply because of how many times I came in this muthafucka. Second, I was confused on why the fuck my money wasn’t good enough. All the fuck she had to do was scan whatever the fuck she had tolater, so the shit matched. How fuckin’ hard was that? It was cool though. Since she wanted to play stupid, so the fuck was I.
My .9mm was always tucked for this very reason. I ain’t like all that dumbass shit or calling me out like I had to steal $8.69 worth of snacks. But shit, since we on that kind of timing today, let’s do it. The second my piece was visible, muthafuckas scattered like roaches.
