Page 44 of This Is Law 2

“Nigga, you were better off asking me for some pussy, than coming to me, asking me for that kind of money. I haven’t been fucked in a few weeks, so I probably would have let you hit something.

Kross, I fuck with you. Me, and you have history, but I’m not giving you that kind of money.

It’s personal because ever since I became Autumn the rapper, everybody around me have their hand out, giving me their sad stories, telling me that they’re going to pay me back, but I have yet to see a dollar from them.

That’s a risk that I’m not trying to take with you, so I can’t do it,” I was honest with him, not dragging it out, or beating around the bush with it, either.

“You green, bruh. If I had been able to give that kind of bread to you, I would have handed that shit to you like it was nothing?—”

“Kross, stop lying. You acting like you just sat here and asked me for fifty dollars. Nigga, you just asked me for fifty thousand dollars. I hate to discredit you right now, or seem like I’m talking down on you, but you staying with your pops, don’t have a car, in a couple of months, you not going to have a job, yet you expect me to believe that you going to give me back fifty g’s, and add a little something more on the side?

That shit don’t even sound convincing,” I stood up because I was about to show him to the door.

I probably went in too hard, but I was tired of people asking me for things that they knew I couldn’t ask them for.

“Say less. You a green ass bitch. When you was stripping, shaking your ass for a few dollars, I used to pull up on you all the time to show love. The money I used to drop on you, I know for a fact that I was paying a few of your bills. Now, you see a nigga fucked up, down on my dick, and you can’t look out for me.

I see this rap shit, your new album, and that bullshit ass tour that you getting ready to go on got you acting brand new.

Fuck you, bitch!” I was shocked behind his words.

I wasn’t hurt because I’ve been called worse, and told worse things, but I was shocked. I knew that Kross had a temper, and he didn’t care what came out of his mouth, but I’ve never really got that side of him. He was always cool, and respectful with me for the most part.

He stood up too, and I knew that he was going to make his way to the door.

I laughed while shaking my head.

“Ima just laugh it off and pretend that I didn’t hear you call me out of my name. I know my mouth. It can get real disrespectful. Go ahead, and get out Kross before I start talking crazy,” I threatened, the words that I was saying coming out playful, but I was dead ass serious.

“You think I give a fuck about you getting disrespectful bitch? Fuck you!” he continued to talk shit, as he made his way to the door.

“And this is the reason why your daddy won’t give you his position while he steps down.

You act like a little fuckin kid! The second you didn’t get what you wanted from me, now all of a sudden, I’m all kinds of bitches towards you!

Then, you want to bring up that little bit of money that you gave me when I was dancing.

Boy, that shit was probably being used to put money in my gas tank.

You have never paid a single bill of mine!

It’s no way your daddy should be the biggest drug dealer in Miami, yet you’re in my crib, asking me to borrow some money.

This should make you look in the mirror and reflect.

Just because you have Dutch’s blood running through your body, it doesn’t mean that you have what it takes to run the streets like him.

They were just talking about you the other day.

I heard you got your ass beat by some little ass corner boys.

Nigga’s don’t respect you, Kross! That’s the reason why your ass is in this fucked up position now!

” I went in, and when I finished, he reached for his waistband, turned around, showing me the gun that he had, and he pointed it at me.

His crazy ass walked over to me with the gun in his hand, pointing the butt of it right towards my temple.

“I just got out of prison, and I swear to God I’m not going back.

This pricy apartment building that your living in, they saw me walk right to your unit.

Those cameras that recorded me just saved you from a bullet.

I swear to God if I wasn’t on camera, I would have killed you.

Fuck you think you talking to, bitch? Huh? ” he roared.

I was so angry that I was shaking. I wasn’t scared. I was angry. Kross wasn’t a nigga that was bout that life, so I knew that he wouldn’t pull the trigger. He aggressively pushed the butt of the gun into my temple, and he walked away from me.

He tucked the gun back in his waistband, went over to the door, aggressively opened it, and slammed it shut. I went over to the door after he left, making sure to lock it behind him, and I posted up with my back against the door, taking in the shit that just happened.

All I could think about was the road of destruction that he was headed down.

With a temper like that, and with the kind of issues that he had, I knew that it was only so long before somebody killed him.

He had a mindset like a lot of people in my life did, where they felt like the world owed them something, when in actuality, the world didn’t owe his ass shit!