“See Trey, you going to make me leave everything we have…
I ride hard for you, I cook your food, give you good throat...
But, I don’t do this neglect though…”

“Damn…
A nigga just gonna grab my bag out my hand like this?….
See this is the shit I be talking about…”

“Alright so we good now…”

and SCENE…

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