First time i was in 8th grade
i was walking late night with this nikka i knew. he was from the suburbs but i had him coppin weed from me and i would smoke with him
we was walkin to the chinese shop and this nikka called out from across the street
"Ayo..........Ayo.......You seen a dog with a red collar?"
i told him na from across the street. they started walking faster but i aint no bytch nikka so i kept my regular pace
the nikka i was with hauled ass into the chinese store and left me.
i felt some type about that. but the nikkas caught up to me and pulled the banger out and asked me
where i was from. i told him what hood i was from cause i knew who he was and where HE was from
so i knew both hoods aint have no problems
they tapped my pockets and asked what i had i told em i aint have shyt but a 5 dollar bag of weed
they took it
after like a minute they bounced and i came in the chinese store like
the nikka i was with was basicall like

"You alright"
i told the nikka "im good. that was my nikka Rell. he wanted to cop"
Perception is everything is this world
i told the nikka i was with to buy me Chicken Fried Rice with 4 Chicken Wings and ill give him a bag of trees
i didnt give it to him
*Disclaimer: i was in 8th grade. the nikkas that got me was in they 20s *