“Yeah, Straight out of Compton, I can f**k with that.”
Knocks at the door brought his conversation to a halt. He told old girl that he was on the jack with that he’d chop it up with her later. Before he got up to answer the door, he fired up that good, good and took a couple of draws. Once he placed the L into the ashtray, he grabbed his burner from off the coffee table and approached the door. He looked through the peephole to see who it was on the other side. Identifying who it was that had come through; he tucked the banger in the front of his gray Dickies. Once he’d let Zonyai inside, they dapped each other up and exchanged a brotherly hug.
“What’s up witchu, boy?” Wayne’s forehead crinkled having seen the concern on Zonyai’s face.
“Where that nigga Brolic at? I need to holler at y’
