There is a reason it pays to pay attention. Attention gets to pay you finally. You can imagine after the echoes of those hard times. I came on to have the best friday night experience. All it took was for me to honour an invitation. My transport fare was taken care of, a client wanted a fresh dealer, I was a fresh dealer. I had to be present presently, so I presented myself as a present. The street said the street boy was now too corporate* they didn't understand I was just on a break.
Change is constant. So my broke situation was not going to promise a boring weekend. There were more bottles for the models to get tipsy* smoke in the air and the guys are feeling hyper. Security on the streets, my fear could be hyper. It is friday , I should not care, worst is bail. With my niggas am in jail. We cannot fail, leave the town with no trail.
I love the streets because the streets loves me. One love!!!!
_Coperatestreetboy*
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