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"So how long you been doing this shit, you know working for yo daddy ?" Que asked puffing his blunt.
I was sitting here high as hell with my eyes low.
I felt like my whole body was in the clouds or some shit.
"Umm, ion know, I'm tryna remember." I told him with my eyes still hanging low.
"Damn you zooted ain't you ?" He laughed looking closely at me.
"Hell yea, ian never felt this high before." I pushed myself up sitting up straight against the headboard.
"But I think since I was about 14 or 15. Mo, my sister been doing it since then too. She a year older than me tho so she was older than me at that time." I answered.
I noticed he kept checking his phone frequently and it was getting on my last nerve.
But I knew he was probably checking in with his boss or something.
yea, i heard his entire convo because i left my phone in the car with the voice recording on.
i trust no nigga who comes out the blue working for my daddy.
"You ever killed a nigga before ?" He asked me looking suspicious.
It was as if this nigga was tryna get me to admit to certain shit or get information out of me.
he wasn't go get it.
"Yea. You ?" I kept it short and simple.
"Yea but never nobody I knew." He finished still eyeing me.
"What you mean by that ?" I asked playing dumb.
"Meaning ian never kill nobody who I knew, like somebody close." He explained.
"Shit wouldn't matter to me if I did or didn't. I got a job to do, ian got time to be sympathizing for nobody." I shrugged drinking some of my arizona.
