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Doja laid across his bunk listening to his radio. He was deep in thought because of all the things that were going on in the streets. He knew Precious was good because he had Exotic put around the clock bodyguards on her. He also knew that his businesses on the legit level was good, and the businesses he had in the streets. Precious told Doja the numbers when she went to see him and he was very much satisfied with the outcome. He had put a few C.O’s on his payroll, so that he could get exotic weed and cocaine into the prison. He was an all around hustler, so all he knew how to do was hustle. He had to put a nigga or two in line, because one dude tried to take his sneakers. He eased up on him, hit him with a rib shot and a quick left hook to the jaw. The rest was done by niggas he knew, but Skyp had paid the niggas to watch over Doja. The niggas Skyp paid to watch over him had 15 and 20 years mandatory, so they put in much work and Skyp made sure them niggas family were super straight. Not to mention Skyp made sure that they were straight to.
Doja was behind prison walls making moves. He was like a young don and he had much respect. He was doing his bid, but he was also becoming the ‘Hood Legend.’ He ain't had nothing but a few more months left, and he was putting a major plan together. One that would take him and his crew to the next level. He could only hope they were ready because things were about to go full steam ahead. And those who couldn't get with it would get dealt with. No questions asked.