2. C.O.W （cash on wheels）
C.O.W (CASH ON WHEELS)
DECLAN “D-ROW” SAINT
This world could make or break you and for a nigga like me, it broke me at an early age.
I thought I could have the bare minimum, but I’d be damned if OG ain’t put me on the front line every chance he got.
I took matters into my own hands for blessings, and as fucked up as that sounded, it was either wait on him and still be pissy or take what I thought I deserved.
A nigga was gon’ choose the latter every time.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t move reckless or warrant any attention I didn’t ask for.
At this very moment, I was strolling back into a building that irritated me just from a simple glance.
Ross Savings we’re doing no such thing.”
Yet.
“If you’re monitoring what the hell I’m doing with my shit, you doing something.
I don’t need the hassle. I’ll go somewhere else.
I want all my money out of here. Don’t offer me any cashier’s checks because I didn’t walk in here with one.
All my transactions were cash. Give me my money how I gave it to you! ”
Look at you making my day. I’ll be more than glad to.
“Mr. Valorie, I strongly advise you to keep your money here at Ross Savings I couldn’t lie.
“Not you upset. I know what that means. Who’s the target?” he asked.
“Let me shower and shit first. I’ll fill y’all in at dinner.”
“That’s a bet.” He headed for the kitchen as I headed upstairs.
We grinded enough to purchase a seven-bedroom, four-bathroom home.
It fit us well. Speaking that my parents had four kids, three of them being boys, this was what we needed.
All of us had a separate living space of our own and still decided kicking it at our parents was better.
It ain’t help that each and every one of us were spoiled in our own way.