the air.
"Tyce Adkins, what up my nigga!" He said giving me a pound.
"Yo, you gave that boy the bizness tonight! Good to see you still knockin' niggas out!"
"Shit...that's what I do man!" He said confidently.
"Yeah I know that's why I bet on yo ass tonight. Right on for the knock out my nigga." I said handing him a grand. "I know these bitch
ass promoters aint payin' you shit. That's jus’ a
lil’ somthin' I made about ten minutes ago,
thanks to you."
"Good lookin' out man. Yeah these white folks only paid a nigga three g's for this fight."
"Damn, that aint shit for risking ya life." I said shaking my head.
"Yeah tell me about it, that lil’ ass money barely pays my house note. With Renae and the kids at the house...I need to fight everyday jus’ to be comfortable...u know?" Sway said seriously.
I took a seat on the bench, “I feel you, that's kinda why I'm here." I informed. "I got this thing I'm workin’ on and I need a man like you on the squad. I guarantee the pay will be more than this shit."
"I'm listening." Sway said tossing his gloves inside his gym bag. "You always up to somethin’. But, if it involves that nigga Biz, I aint with it." He warned.
I could appreciate the fact that Sway disliked Biz. Biz had a rep on the streets for being greedy and shady. I knew Sway from the boys home we grew up in, his mom was killed and he never knew his dad...so the state took him in. The military was the option he took as soon as he turned 18. He was a
decorated marine and picked up boxing while he was Enlisted. Sway was a married man with two kids, his life was different from mine, but we shared a get money mentality. I never hustled with Sway before but we kept in touch and respected each other’s individual lives and choices. He didn't look down at me for killing muthafuckas and I didn't hate on him for being a faithful husband and father. He told me one time, that he probably killed more people than I did but I got paid more for it.
"Naw, Biz is yesterday, I'm talkin’ ‘bout today." I reassured.
"Alrite." Sway said calmly. "How much we talkin’ ‘bout?"
"Shit...I’m talkin’ ‘bout Yusef and Ameenah's college education paid for. I'm talkin’ ‘bout you and Renae walkin' on the lot and buying his and her “ Mercedes Benz's.” I'm talkin’ ‘bout finding somethin’ else to argue with Renae about besides money, ‘cuz that won't be an issue no more." I preached.
"Ha ha ha awwww!!" Sway chuckled. "You know her ass be on a nigga! But, yo, that shit sound good to me tho. So what's the plan Tyce?" He asked.
"What you doin’ tomorrow?" I questioned.
"Shit...sleepin’."
"You think you can wake up and meet me at my warehouse around this time?" I joked.
"Yeah, I can do that." He agreed.
"Aight, I'll get into it tomorrow with u. You still got the same number?"
"Yep."
"Cool, I'ma hit you. Ay, you lucky I wasn't in the ring with you tonight...I woulda whooped yo ass like I did back in tha day!" I teased throwing punches in the air.
"Shit, what you waitin’ on nigga a crowd and a bell? We can go right here!" He said standing up bobbing and weaving.
"Naw, I wanna get you when you fresh, you jus’ had a fight and I don't want no excuses." I laughed.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." He laughed back.
"Aight, tomorrow my nigga, get some rest!" I said as I snuck a punch in his chest and jogged out the locker room.
Contemplation
The “ Cadillac” slid through the city as Omar sat behind the wheel thinking. He'd been driving for over an hour with no particular destination in mind. He just needed to get away from Tasha's ass and be solo with his thoughts for a while. There were a few things that were fucking with him lately. Like why did Angelique need to see Tyce so fucking bad? Whatever it was, it couldn't be good, ‘cuz she seemed like she was pressed about somethin’. He called Tyce to see what was up with her but Tyce just told him not to trip and that he had it handled. So just like
"Tyce Adkins, what up my nigga!" He said giving me a pound.
"Yo, you gave that boy the bizness tonight! Good to see you still knockin' niggas out!"
"Shit...that's what I do man!" He said confidently.
"Yeah I know that's why I bet on yo ass tonight. Right on for the knock out my nigga." I said handing him a grand. "I know these bitch
ass promoters aint payin' you shit. That's jus’ a
lil’ somthin' I made about ten minutes ago,
thanks to you."
"Good lookin' out man. Yeah these white folks only paid a nigga three g's for this fight."
"Damn, that aint shit for risking ya life." I said shaking my head.
"Yeah tell me about it, that lil’ ass money barely pays my house note. With Renae and the kids at the house...I need to fight everyday jus’ to be comfortable...u know?" Sway said seriously.
I took a seat on the bench, “I feel you, that's kinda why I'm here." I informed. "I got this thing I'm workin’ on and I need a man like you on the squad. I guarantee the pay will be more than this shit."
"I'm listening." Sway said tossing his gloves inside his gym bag. "You always up to somethin’. But, if it involves that nigga Biz, I aint with it." He warned.
I could appreciate the fact that Sway disliked Biz. Biz had a rep on the streets for being greedy and shady. I knew Sway from the boys home we grew up in, his mom was killed and he never knew his dad...so the state took him in. The military was the option he took as soon as he turned 18. He was a
decorated marine and picked up boxing while he was Enlisted. Sway was a married man with two kids, his life was different from mine, but we shared a get money mentality. I never hustled with Sway before but we kept in touch and respected each other’s individual lives and choices. He didn't look down at me for killing muthafuckas and I didn't hate on him for being a faithful husband and father. He told me one time, that he probably killed more people than I did but I got paid more for it.
"Naw, Biz is yesterday, I'm talkin’ ‘bout today." I reassured.
"Alrite." Sway said calmly. "How much we talkin’ ‘bout?"
"Shit...I’m talkin’ ‘bout Yusef and Ameenah's college education paid for. I'm talkin’ ‘bout you and Renae walkin' on the lot and buying his and her “ Mercedes Benz's.” I'm talkin’ ‘bout finding somethin’ else to argue with Renae about besides money, ‘cuz that won't be an issue no more." I preached.
"Ha ha ha awwww!!" Sway chuckled. "You know her ass be on a nigga! But, yo, that shit sound good to me tho. So what's the plan Tyce?" He asked.
"What you doin’ tomorrow?" I questioned.
"Shit...sleepin’."
"You think you can wake up and meet me at my warehouse around this time?" I joked.
"Yeah, I can do that." He agreed.
"Aight, I'll get into it tomorrow with u. You still got the same number?"
"Yep."
"Cool, I'ma hit you. Ay, you lucky I wasn't in the ring with you tonight...I woulda whooped yo ass like I did back in tha day!" I teased throwing punches in the air.
"Shit, what you waitin’ on nigga a crowd and a bell? We can go right here!" He said standing up bobbing and weaving.
"Naw, I wanna get you when you fresh, you jus’ had a fight and I don't want no excuses." I laughed.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." He laughed back.
"Aight, tomorrow my nigga, get some rest!" I said as I snuck a punch in his chest and jogged out the locker room.
Contemplation
The “ Cadillac” slid through the city as Omar sat behind the wheel thinking. He'd been driving for over an hour with no particular destination in mind. He just needed to get away from Tasha's ass and be solo with his thoughts for a while. There were a few things that were fucking with him lately. Like why did Angelique need to see Tyce so fucking bad? Whatever it was, it couldn't be good, ‘cuz she seemed like she was pressed about somethin’. He called Tyce to see what was up with her but Tyce just told him not to trip and that he had it handled. So just like
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