As soon as his followers were gone, Khadafi turned his attention to the OG.
“Omar, good to see you; what brings you here?” He debuted a fake ass smile, showcasing the gold crown inside of his grill.
“I gotta business proposition for you, big dawg.” He threw his chunky arm around the nigga’z neck and walked him down the aisle, giving him the rundown that he had in mind. “I figure you can get the s**t out there, since you a man of the cloth and all. The Boys ain’t gone expect a man of God to be transporting them birds, you feel me?”
“Sounds good, really good,” Khadafi replied. He was comfortable now, massaging his chin as he thought about the business proposition that had been presented to him.
“You ain’t on that s**t no mo’, are you?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Nah, nah, nah, I’ve been cle
