What the fuck just happened? Did she just blow me off like I'm a whack
ass nigga, she must not know who the hell I am. "What's her problem man?"
Gregg stood there shaking his head and smiling like shit funny.
"Man don't even go there, so get whatever you're thinking out of your
head!" This nigga right here act like he knows me so fucking well.
"What the fuck you mean get whatever I'm thinking out of my head, who say
I was thinking anything. I'm just trying to find out what's her problem, all I
did was greeted her stank ass, and she wanna act like a nigga ain't shit."
I don't even know why I'm so bothered; not like I want shawty or anything.
Don't get me wrong, she's bad and all but I don't sweat these bitches.
"Man, just come on with your sensitive ass, looking like someone steal your Barbie.", Gregg said.
This bitch ass nigga always wanna be funny, but that's my man 20
grand and all. I remember the day we met, this lil nigga was about to get his
ass beat by some dudes in Juvie, but he was calm as fuck. I stood there
thinking "what the fuck he did to them, and why he so calm, he must be
scared." I got the shock of my life when the first dude ran up and got
knocked the fuck out, then four more dudes tried to cheat the game, but I
dead that real quick. We fucked those niggas up, and we've been bros ever
since. Only person I trust with my life, never have to question his loyalty,
because he keep it real at all times, and that's why I respect that man, too
many dick riders out here fucking the game up, instead of keeping it a buck
with the next man. Went away for couple years, and the whole game
changes. Gone are days when cats hustle for theirs; instead of hating,
plotting on another man who put in work. I don't trust none of these niggas
running around here sniffing behind the next man, I'll always respect
another man for trying, than riding dicks.
As I stand outside one of my recent businesses, looking at the
patrons in line I can't help but smile. "Club Keyes" is my baby, because I
worked on it myself. Every little detail, from color scheme, décor, workers,
venue, you name it. It's not your regular club, Keyes has 3 levels, 1
restaurant, and 2 dance floors. Both dance floors have different themes for
different nights. On the third floor, while dancing you can see the Brooklyn
Bridge and other sceneries. One of my favorite things to do is stand there
and clear my mind. First floor is the restaurant, it's just a small franchise of
the restaurants I owned in the City, and Long Island. Yeah, your boy doing
big shit! I walked in the club, and all I heard was a bunch of thirst buckets
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One in a Million Scars (Love)
RomanceTyler Morgan is a successful business woman of Kingston, Jamaica native who takes no bullshit. Raised by her mother and her brothers in the gritty streets of Kingston where she seen it all, but was dedicated to get out by any means necessary. Tyler...
