BEANS
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I flicked my hoodie up as we entered the building.
It had been a while since I’ve stepped into one of these sessions.
After the last incident, I fell back. I thought shit was sweet, but unbeknownst to me, the person I brought was tied into some shit that got him locked up.
Shit was cool, but when he got locked up again, it was my father who had given him his sentence, which made things worse.
I dapped up those I knew and snarled at the niggas I didn’t like.
I walked over to one of my guys to let him know Scooter was up next.
I wasn’t trying to wait all night. I needed to get back to campus, so we had to get in and get out.
I turned to see Scooter nodding his head, trying to shake his nerves.
There was something about the look in his eyes that told me he was going to crush it.
He leaned toward me, “This shit is crazy!” he yelled.
I nodded. “Yeah, I’ve worked with most of these niggas. They’re lyrics are straight, but Six,” I paused as I pointed to a guy not too far from us. “That nigga’s lyrics are crazy. I don’t know much about him, though, but when he’s in here, he plays no games,” I told him.
Scooter ran his hand through his hair. “Bet.”
We stood there waiting for his turn when I felt a pair of hands on my shoulder. “Beans, long time no see,” her soft voice cascaded in my ear.
I turned to look at the face behind the voice. She was still pretty, still putting that shit on like always, but tonight my focus wasn’t on that kind of time. “Sup,” I mumbled.
She leaned all the way forward, pressing her breasts against me. “What? I can’t hear you.”
I leaned into her ear. “I said what’s up?”
She pulled back, looked me up and down, then leaned forward again, “You’re looking good.”
I sucked my teeth. “Nessa, what’s the word?”
“Nothing, it’s been a long time. You trying to catch up or what? No strings attached.”
I hadn’t hooked up with Nessa in a while.
She was the only girl that I fucked with on multiple occasions.
It was nice seeing her, and the offer could do me some good.
It was always the ones who understood the terms and conditions of fucking with me who were the ones I liked.
Nessa stood there waiting for me to respond, but before I could, Scooter’s name was being called.
I tapped her shoulder and said, “I’ll get back to you,” and walked off.
Scooter stepped into the crowd as his opponent, Six, stood there laughing at him. My face frowned. I rushed over to the host, “Ayo, what the fuck is this? You can’t put Six against him. This is his first time.”
The way he eyed me let me know they were trying to backdoor me. Scooter glanced at me like I had set him up. “Fuck!” I shouted.
I tried to squeeze through the crowd to get him out of there when I felt a tug at my arm. When I turned, it was Nessa. “You come with me,” she said as the crowd became hype.
That’s when it clicked. These muhfuckas tried to get me off my square. “What type of shit is this, Nessa, you—”
That’s when I heard Six ripping the mic. The way he was clearing my nigga Scooter made me shake my head. The crowd went wild as Six said one of the infamous lines that they repeated along with him.
Scooter stood there with his jaws clenched. He nodded slowly as he took the mic into his hand. A quick grin eased on his face. I could see him focus on someone, but it wasn’t Six. “The fuck is he looking at?”
I noticed a girl standing a few people behind Six. You got this. She mouthed.
Scooter opened his mouth and let that shit go as he moved closer to Six.
You ever been broke, nigga?
I mean white socks with the holes in the toes, nigga.
Eating ramen noodles til you choke, nigga.
Something’s gotta give, I want smoke, nigga.
Closer.
Got a rich bad bitch, I call her Mo’ Figures.
I tear that ass up, call me the Mo’ Digger.
Getting to the bread is my only mission.
Cuz me and Beans gone eat til they close the kitchen.
Closer.
I promise music gonna get it done,
And when it comes to me and mine, I'm on demon time.
My rich girl got me in the Neman’s line.
Cuz imma have to show her that I'm in my prime.
Closer.
Who want beef?
I eat niggas.
Won’t leave a single scrap of meat.
I grind for my bros.
So don’t ask Scooter for shit for free.
By the time he was in front of Six’s face, I knew what was about to happen.
I hated to do it, but I had to. I quickly pulled my gun from behind my back and forced my way through the crowd.
Scooter turned his head to embrace the cheers as Six went to swing on him.
I held the barrel of the gun, drawing my arm back and bringing it down on the top of Six’s head.
Wham! Wham! Wham!
“Bitch nigga!” I gritted.
I felt a pair of fists jabbing in my back. “Fuck off, my brother, nigga!”
I swung my elbow back, hitting the nigga to get him off me. That’s when I saw Scooter jumping in. His fists swung while my gun plunged into the side of Six’s head.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
People began scattering and screaming. “Fuck!” I heard Scooter shout.
I turned as he followed a girl running out of the building. I stood to hurry behind them when the host stopped me. “Nigga, you wild, and as much as I fuck with you, we can’t have you back.”
I pointed at his ass. “Nah, y’all niggas knew what you were doing. That nigga wasn’t supposed to go against him. See what happens when you get in your feelings, you get your ass beat. Fuck you and this fucking session.”
“Beans, my nigga, you said the same shit about Leek when you had his ass in here a few years back. I’m not saying you’re the reason he’s locked up now, but those who know, know your pops gave that nigga time he didn’t deserve.”
His bringing up Leek really pissed me off because that wasn’t my fault.
The guilt from that is probably why I felt I needed to help Scooter.
It’s one of those things I stored in my mind and tried to forget.
His sending that reminder just made me realize that Leek’s and my relationship was something else Piggy didn’t know about.
He flicked his nose before he tapped my chest with the back of his hand. “These niggas are going to come for you, and I hope like hell you're ready.”
The last thing I was worried about was niggas stepping to me.
I came to win money, but it was apparent I came to whoop ass.
When I stepped outside, I saw Scooter trying to talk to the girl who had run off.
I stood next to my car waiting for him. I knew it was only a matter of time before those niggas came out shooting.
Scooter jogged my way, “I’m going to go back with her to make sure she’s good. You straight?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I’m good,” I paused. “Thanks for having my back,” I muttered.
He gave me a corny grin. “Nah, thanks for believing in me, sorry shit didn’t work out,” he said as he backed away and hopped in the girl’s car, and they took off.
After I got in my car to leave, a group of bikes came from behind the building, speeding out of the parking lot. “What the fuck?” I mumbled as my head turned to follow each person who rode by.
When I turned back around, two people were helping Six out of the building. One of the niggas helping him had a jacket with NTR on it. Right then, I knew that Six had to be a part of their crew. Not only did those niggas have beef with Mali, but now me.
I backed up and sped out of the parking lot before they realized it was me sitting there. I had a little more information on them to share with the Zoo, but I also needed to holler at Dio because I wasn’t giving up on Scooter.