I woke up with a whole new mind frame.
Go get the money.
Fuck these niggas. Are they gonna pay my bills, keep me fleek, and never break my heart? I think not. These niggas for everybody. Why stress on these niggas when money does all of that?
I got up and called up a connect, Jamal. He was Haitian and had that fish scale, meaning it was straight drop. Meaning it had no cut back. Meaning no baking soda, straight CRACK. I'm boutta start my own castle.
"Yo J, " I stated as soon as he answered so he could hear my voice.
"What's popping red? " he stated with a Haitian accent.
"I got 1600" I told him after already counting it.
"What you need with all this? You trynna run up against me? " he asked jokingly but you could tell he wanted an answer.
"No disrespect
