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BOSSMAN Dlow's 'Get In With Me.' Blasted through the private jets speakers as Cimani, Ashley and Choè danced along to it, Ezriah sat across from Cimani as he counted one of the many stacks of money that was sprawled out on the glass table.
The jet had a living room area, and two beds. The whole setup looked like something straight out of a movie.
Holding the blunt between his lips, Ezriah bobbed his head to the beat of the song. "You wanna boss up ya' life? All you gotta do is get in wit' me." He sung along as he threw a few twenties on Cimani as she danced.
As the song continued to play, everyone vibed out to it as they danced along. They were all excited to be going to Africa as a family. Ezriah and Ermias had been plenty times before, but it was special because they were now grown and had their own little family. They needed this, especially after all of the troubles they were faced with.
"Bad bitch 50th Flo' eatin hibachi!" Cimani giggled as she rapped along to the lyrics as well. Ezriah leaned up, her ass now in his face as he passed her the blunt. Grabbing it from him, Cimani inhaled the weed before bending over, shaking her ass some more.
"Niggas hatin'? Yup. Jewelery blingin? Yup." Nipsey rapped along also, grabbing onto his chains as his arm was wrapped around Ashley's shoulder. She jiggled her ass to the beat all while standing up, eating her plate of steak and mash.
Chloè shook her head at her sister and aunt's antics. She sat on Jahiem's lap as she drunk some orange juice. The flight from New York to South Africa was fourteen hours on the private jet. They were set to land at eight p.m and they had took off at six a.m.
They'd gotten rest, played card games and now that it was seven p.m they decided to take a few shots. Jacolby was still asleep in the room in the back, while Jahiem, Chloe, Ashley, Ezriah, Cimani and Ermias sat in the living room area.
"What happened to Uno?" Chloè questioned the group as she took another shot of Don Julio. She was glad Cimani was cutting her some slack, this was their second time drinking together in life.
Cimani didn't want to be a bad influence on her sister, so she didn't condone her smoking nor drinking but she knew she couldn't control Chloè so eventually she was going to do what she wanted—that's what teens do. Her thing was, if Chloè did decide to smoke or drink she'd rather it be under her supervision, to avoid any troubles. Nowadays people spiked drinks, laced weed and all types of horrid stuff. She didn't want her sister to ever have to endure anything of the such, so she only allowed it on occasion, and life was good: they were on a private jet, on their way to Africa.
Ermias shook his head as he took a seat on the couch, Ashley on his lap. "Shit I don't know." He shrugged. His face had cleared up completely, every bruise was gone but he still had a scar just above his eyebrow. "Niggas scared to lose, that's what it is."
