Page 65 of It’s The Dawg In Him For Me

“Of course, it’s my job, baby. Go back to work and let me handle it.”

I could feel her smiling through the phone.

“Okay, baby, I’ll see you later.”

I got off the phone and put in a call to my young nigga that was close to her crib and sent him a few dollas to clean that shit up for me.

I took my time gettin to the trap. Niggas was hitting my line, asking me for an ETA and shit, but I didn’t give a fuck. I needed some time to myself. Dealing with shit with Mariah, spending time with Nylah, and making money with my niggas, I had been having a lot of shit going on.

When I did finally make it to the trap, Dre looked at me as if he could kill me.

“Nigga, where the fuck you been? These damn junkies been blowing my shit.”

I laughed. “I was g’tting lunch and movin’ through traffic. They can wait.”

Dre sucked his teeth. “This nigga be on some other shit.”

I looked around the trap, and it was quieter than it normally was—less bodies were around.

“Where the fuck is Brandon and Blaze bitch ass?”

“Brandon with his bitch, he just left not that long ago, and Blaze, I haven’t seen that nigga.”

“That nigga need to get it together,” I said, grabbing all the packs to drop off. “I been patient with a lot of damn people, that shit is wearing out.”

Dre nodded. “I know, I been tryin’ to tell him. You know how niggas act fresh out.”

I nodded. “I’ma go drop this shit off. I’ma be back in a few.”

I dapped Dre up and headed out. As I hopped in the car, I checked to see which drop was the closest and headed there. Off my first two drops, I made 2k off some guns. By the third and fourth stop, I was up to 5k, and by the last stop I had a good 9k in my pocket, and that was a slow day.

A nigga was happy, then Dre texted me and told me we were sold out after the pickups he had, and that shit had me on cloud nine. I was just about to text Nylah, letting her know before my bday we were going on a trip, when I heard that noise and looked in my rearview to see them red and blue lights.

“Fuck!” I mumbled under my breath as I pulled ova to the side.

The officer wasted no time hopping outta his car and walking ova to my window.

“Sir, I’ma need you to hop out of the car.”

I looked at him, confused. “What the fuck for?”

“Sir, this is your last warning. I need you to hop out of the car.”

I hopped outta the car, and he immediately turned me around and pushed me up against my car.

“Ayo!” I yelled out. “What the fuck is all of this for?”

“Do you have anything on you, sir?” he asked, ignoring my question.

“Nigga, no. What the fuck is all of this for?”

The officer finished patting me down, then turned me around.

“We have reasons to believe that there are drugs in this car. Do you mind if I check?”

I looked at that nigga like he lost his damn mind.

“NIGGA, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKIN’ ABOUT?! I DIDN’T EVEN DO SHIT FOR YOU TO PULL ME OVA. HELL NA, YOU CAN’T CHECK MY SHIT! FUCK YOU!”