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Exotic had not to long ago left Lost Soul and for some reason Angelica popped back in his head. He was also thinking about, when did Lost Soul and Brittany started talking? Exotic mind frame was strong but he just wish his best friend was home. He was riding in silence, then his Blackberry went off to let him know he had a text. He smiled at the sight of Keema’s face as it came through on a picture. They texted each other for about twenty minutes as he drove down to meet Slab on Miles Rd. He turned in Greenhurst and drove to Roberta St where Slab had a junky spot he was serving out of. Slab was twenty years old, cool, but not to be trusted. He had a clique of young niggas he called, “Miles Road Thuggaz.” These little dudes were getting bread, but they wasn’t as organized as Doja’s crew. And Doja’s crew was way more breaded because business came before anything. Slab’s clique, it was the other way around. The only reason why Exotic was over on that side, was because Doja sent word for him to get at Slab on a business level.
After Exotic got finish talking to Lost Soul, Slab had called his phone. Exotic didn’t trust it at first, so he text Lost Soul and told him where he was headed and then Exotic told Slab that he was on his way. Exotic pulled in Slab’s junky spot with his top let back on his car, music down, and screens off. As he pulled up he noticed that two dudes were on bicycles in the corner. He also noticed the two little dudes across the road on the side of somebody duplex. Not to mention, the two little dudes posted on the front porch. Exotic’s mind frame wasn’t a wreck but he was damn sure on point as he clutched the Glock 17 in the pocket of the door, plus the Glock 10 was another sign to put him at ease. As he told one of the young dudes to get Slab he noticed the two young dudes approaching on the freestyle bikes. He cocked the Glock 17 as it stayed in the same spot and he caught eye contact with the taller dude on the bike.
“Damn Exotic! You doin it like that my nigga?” said Slab as he stopped the freestyle bike at the driver’s side door and slid back his hood.
Exotic made a quick note in his mind that Slab be on the block with his youngins, that’s a good thing. “Shit! If you gonna be out here be out here for a reason ya feel me. Come roll with me.”
Slab motioned one of his comrades to come grab the bike so he could holler at Exotic. As he was getting in the car, a set of lights came on in the cut on the side of the duplex. Slab hit his chirp. “Nah, post up! Exotic good peoples no need to follow.” As soon as he said that the car’s headlights went off.
Exotic made another mental note that Slab had gotten wiser, so it was time for him to be more richer. As he pulled off, he passed Slab the blunt he was smoking. “Kush and Rhino! I call it Amazin.”
The two shared a laugh as Exotic stopped at the stop sign at the end of Roberta. He let the top up, and wound the window up so that he and Slab could talk and enjoy a good blunt. Exotic pulled off and he headed out of Greenhurst and made a right on Miles Rd. As they continued to drive, Exotic started their conversation. “So my nigga, I see you out here eating real good.”
“I trying my nigga but shit! Nigga y’all eating lovely. My connect in VA got jammed up and his brother say fuck everything North Carolina and down. I been gettin by though.”
“Check this, real nigga to real nigga! You know a lot of people say you ain’t to be trusted but me and Doja came to the conclusion that niggas despise you. We ain’t for what people say, we for what we know and observe. It’s been brought to the table, an opportunity for you to get this bread and move yo mom’s out that trailer ya dig!”
“Yeah, my name fuck up, nut niggas try don’t know that a lot of shit came about because niggas try to get at at me, ya feel me. Niggas always tell one side, never the whole story.”
“Well my nigga I ain’t one to judge but I say make them niggas hate more. So is you ready to get this paper or is you ready to get this paper?”
Slab sat back with a big smile on his face and dapped Exotic up. “You damn right! I watch y’all little niggas come up, straight from nothing, to mixin harder than the old heads. But check this, how you know about my moms?”
“Ask her about the $20,000 my girl dropped off to her about two hours ago.”
Slab sat back with a confused look on his face and thought that probably was why his moms say she needed to talk to him. Exotic watched the way Slab switched facial expressions.
“The $1,000 you sent to Doja was off of strength right? That money to your moms was off the strength of our clique, ya dig?”
Exotic pulled into Planter’s Retreat Apartments and pulled next to his 3-toned Cherry wine 745i with the 24inch Davins, that his pops Squeeky dropped off earlier. Exotic looked it over and could tell his pop’s did the damn thing.
“Exotic! Who stay here my nigga? Because I trying to get up in this motherfucker to.”
“This my lil duck off, because Wifey and Doja’s gal Precious decorating the new spot I got for Wifey. So me and you bout to go upstairs and check some shit out.” Exotic grabbed the blunt, which was burning slow. “Stop chiefing my nigga. You’ll get some more. And listen, I don’t trick often because I love my old lady, right. But my little thing from Aiken State down here for a few days visiting her people but she brought a friend.”
Exotic started smiling hard showing his 16, 2kt gold teeth he had gotten done in Baton a few days ago. Slab dapped Exotic up.
“My nigga, I gotta ask because them shits glistening! How much you drop in yo mouth?”
Exotic did a pose as if he was auditioning for a Colgate commercial. “Just a few stacks, I got the hookup. So whenever you ready, just let me know.”
They both got out the car and Exotic hit the alarm.
“Boy, that 745i killing shit!” said Slab.
“Yeah I got that shit for Doja birthday. We’ll talk about snatching you something but now, let’s mix out. I know them girls gone off that ex I left them, plus the purp and they better not had drink up all my Rose’ either.”
Exotic and Slab went to enjoy themselves and the mind frame of some youngsters with money was one thing. But the mind frame of some youngsters who knew what they’re doing with their money was a whole nother thing. Exotic and Doja were the first ones out the clique to start putting their money in legit businesses. Exotic had a barbershop, his pop’s paint & body shop, his aunt communication store, and he was about to open up a detailing shop. And all of his businesses were ran properly by people in his family Now Doja had his own businesses to and his mom, Beautiful, made sure that all Doja’s spots were legitimate. The only thing Doja had his hands on physically was the detailing shop and custom shop. A lot of bricks, thousands of pills, and pounds were moved through there unnoticed for a while and they were gonna keep it that way.
The rest of Doja’s clique was starting to do the same thing and clean their money. The mind frame that Doja got now as he sit and contemplate, is what’s really going to flip the game. The most dangerous thing to society is a black, young, educated person. The mind frame of an educated street nigga with money, is even more dangerous.