This one goes out to my nephew big Ryan bread. Man, it’s pretty wild passing the torch to the next generation of hustlers but before I do, I just wanna tell my story. In 6th grade I got my first taste of fast money. Selling tech decks to kids at recess with my nose running.
By 14 I smoked weed and sold dubs. Then I was introduced to a pharmacist from a couple jdubs. I asked dude what opiates felt like. He said take 3 of these and your day will be alright. He was coming thru with gallon bags of tramadol, Xanax, hydrocodone, morphine and OxyContin. Bout that time I was really going all in. I took them every day for the next 10 years or so but back to the story when I first found blow. I was 15 when I first found coke. This drug made sure my pockets were never broke. Before I could drive I was getting fronted quarter lbs of the white. I’d sell anybody a bag if it was day or night. The money was coming too fast and I started getting sloppy. That’s the first and last time I fell to a robbery. They held me and my boys up with guns and told me they’d blow my brains out my skull if I decided to run. All I could do was look straight ahead. All the while I was wanting them all dead. I dreamt about squeezing some lead to their heads. I had to get them and I decided that night I’d never again be a victim. I didn’t know who they were but news travels quick. By the end of the week my homies were hitting the lick. Burkes parents house was hit by buckshot. They thought he was home but I guess he was not. His sister almost got hit and his parents told him to hit the road, that’s it. He felt the heat and moved his ass out to Texas. Next up was Ryan and so I picked up the click life homie and we got flyin. Homie had his blick tucked and gave me one for good luck. We rolled down to that pizza shop where Ryan was at work. We parked the Altima and got out on foot. We didn’t have a plan but we wanted to prove a point. My homie went in first but then I saw cops coming all over the joint. We took off running but the car was too far. Idk about you but I’m no track star. To this day I never know how we got away. About a week later I heard Ryan and E had got shot. No harm no foul, in the graves they forever rot. Anyway back to the plot. At 16 I sold pounds of mushrooms, sheets of acid, dope, pills and was growing weed. That’s when I started getting a taste for good speed. This helped the money come even faster. And when I bought my first gun i was ready for disaster. I became affiliated with the folk nation crip set. They were like brothers with no hesitation. I supplied whatever they needed. AKs, 40s and glocks and some ammo to feed it. Unbreakable respect loyalty love pride and honor. Cross us man and you was a goner. When I was 17 my homie pats house got raided. It was a safe house for our guns and drugs. Him and even his mom were drug out their house. But pat took the 99 year sentence quiet as a mouse. Never even got to hug his mom as she was drug out that house.
