Safe

One: Shy'ron "Beans" Hill

"I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga
My Bank of America account got six figures
I'm that nigga on the block
Police pull up, I'm tryna stash the Glock
You that nigga on the low-low
You're the nigga, you're the one that be talkin' to the po-po
Porsche sittin' on Forgi's
Niggas can't afford these"  ~YG

"Okay ya ready to order?" This bad brownskin chick asked me and my mans Ace. We were having our usual business meeting at this little bar off the highway.
"Lemme get some quesadillas with everything on it" I said touching my beard she looked at me seductively and wrote down my order. I was used to women reacting to me like that, i never had a problem getting women i was just some fly nigga  foreal. The type of nigga who knew he looked good and hell everybody knew it too. I even had so called lesbians re thinking their sexuality when I came around.

"I'll take a loaded Jack Daniel's burger" Ace said not paying ole girl no mind. Ace was my nigga since diapers. I grew up with the kid and we were raised as nothing else but brothers, blood wouldn't change a thing.

"Alright I'll be back with your food" the waitress said walking away

"Aight, so what's the move this week" Ace asked giving me his undivided attention. I was the top king pin in Chicago  and he was right beside me. My father always stressed loyalty on me growing up, so if i eat all my niggas eatin' too.

"I'm tranna get us into some legit shit to be honest i was thinking the gun business that's where the big bucks at other than this street shit" he nodded aggreeing with me. We been meaning to go legit for a while now cause these streets damn sure gonna land our asses in a grave or jail if we lucky.
"I feel you bro plus Kiera been on my back about this street shit lately saying she got a bad feeling everytime I leave the house." He said messing with his hair.

"Man she'll be alright she been around this her whole life." Kiera's my younger cousin she more like little sister to me, especially since our family  mostly lived in the same projects. Usually I don't let my niggas mess with family but i knew my brow wouldn't do her wrong.

"I know Jala trifling ass want me to stay in the streets she too consumed in the money I'm making."
Jala was my baby mama and i wish to didn't have a baby with her gold digging hood rat ass. But i didn't hate her totally because if it wasn't for her I wouldn't have my beautiful baby girl Charlie.

"Man you better make that bitch get a job aint no way a baby mama of mine that I ain't with finna mooch off me."

" You right man" just then the waitress came back with our food.
After eating , talking about some business moves, and other stuff going on with us, me and Ace left the bar. I decided to go see my daughter Charlie and bring her home with me for the weekend .

My baby mama  lived in the suburbs of Chicago which is probably unheard of because niggas say chicago and people think it's all a war zone. But i had to move her where it was quiet because my daughter wouldn't be caught growing up in the projects dodging bullets like i had to growing up.

Once i got to the house, i used my key to get in and as I stepped foot I smelled cigarettes in the air and the house was a mess. Charlie's toys all over dishes on the table, shit was just a mess.

I was about to wild the fuck out.

Everybody knew i had a temper shit i had to admit to myself that i got a few screws loose and i was not to be fucked with period.