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The Get Back| 2

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I see my mom sitting at the table in the kitchen wearing her night gown, writing on a piece of paper. Fuck, a grocery list, I thought to myself. I smiled while walking over to my mom, kissing her cheek.

"Hey mama"

"Hey baby, I need you to go to the store. I'm baking a cake for your dad"

"Yeah ill go", I shrugged my shoulders. Not like I really had a choice.

My mom handed me the list and slid me a twenty-dollar bill, "Thanks baby, get yourself something"

I nodded as I slipped the bill in my pocket. I walked to the house door and decided to take the stairwell. We only lived on the fourth floor so it wasn't that bad of a jog down the steps. I leaned on the button to unlock the lobby door and was immediately burned by the sun that beamed down on my face.

There were kids running through the sprinklers as some of them chased each other with water guns and water balloons, some older cats sat at the card tables with 40 bottles, a deck of cards and cigars cursing at each other as they played cards.

I greeted some of the older women that sat in front the building with their grocery carts as they talked about church, their blood pressure and other shit. As I walked down the hill going to the supermarket, I seen my homie that was from around the way. I dapped him up as we greeted each other.

"Waddup Cas" my homie Los said to me.

"Aint shit, moms got me going to the store and shit, you know how that go"

He laughed and nodded his head, "Yeah I know"

I stared at Los for a split second. He was a tall lanky dude with a head full of long hair and light skinned. I always told him for a pretty boy he hold it down. This kid ways always strapped and had no problem putting lead in a nigga.

"You know who you look like?" I smirked.

Los squinted his eyes due to the sun, "Nah, who man?"

"That nigga Layzie from Bone thugs" I laughed.

Los made a face then shared a laugh with me, "Maann, if somebody say that shit one mo' time bro"

Our laughter was interrupted as we watched a red BMW with the top down pull up. I admired the paint on the car as my eyes scanned it. This shit was nice as hell. My eyes lit up as I seen who was sitting in the drivers seat, making me place my fist up to my mouth as I let out a laugh.

"Ohhh shit! waddup Tone"

Tony was my nigga that I met when I was selling little nickel and dime bags with my man Quan. He stayed near Morningside Heights but was always over here chilling since his baby moms stay in the next building from me. She was a hoe, easy access type of bitch and I think Tony knew that but only tolerated her for the sake of his baby girl.

"Waddup Cas nigga...you good baby?"

He dapped me up as we shared a brotherly hug. This nigga Tony always been a flashy nigga fuck bitches and get money, it's a Harlem nigga mentality. I walked over to his ride and pointed, still laughing in shock;

"This-this you nigga?"

Tony placed his hands in his Jeans pocket, displaying a smile, "yeah man that's me man"

I was so caught up in Tony ride I forgot that Los was standing there.

"Look at you being all humble and shit...My bad man, Los this my nigga Tony"

Tony gave Los a head nod and dapped him up. Los nodded and watched me as I admire the beamer right before my eyes.

"Shit nice man" Los said and smiled while pulling a black and mild of his pocket, loosening it up.

Tony smirked in Los direction, "yeah... thanks man"

"Yo Cas, Ima holla at you nigga" Los gave me the head nod and started walking away towards the hood.

"Aight Los".

I watched Tony walk over to his whip and lean on the front hood of the car. This nigga was making moves. I knew he was selling drugs, but aint no nickel and dime weed was bringing in this type of money, referring to this beamer he just pulled up on the block in.

Tony smiled as he crossed his right foot over his left, "So wassup Cas man, how you living on ya block?

"Its aight nigga, I see how you living" I grinned. " Put a nigga on"

I needed the word on what he doing and how can I get in on this paper trail. It's time I start making some real bread. I did this drug game shit before as a lil nigga in high school, selling some small time weed, just enough to stunt, buy clothes and front for bitches, but now I need the bread to escape the projects.

Tony looked around as he smirked, "Come take a ride with me"

He hopped in the driver seat and leaned over to open the passenger door for me. I climbed and admired the cream color seats he had in his ride. There wasn't even a speck of lent on his carpet. He slowly pulled off into the traffic. I don't know where he taking me, but we gotta stop by the store, I aint tryna have mama love sound off on me.

I'm not getting any younger. I'm still a young nigga tryna eat on these streets. I aint built for a 9 to 5 job five days a week working for someone else and taking orders on a bullshit ass job, when I can start my own business and be my own boss.

Whatever Tony doing, it's treating him good, and I want parts of it. All of it.

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