“Poor guy. He was just being nice,” I said, setting out the things I thought I would need for the day. “He ain’t being nice, love. He trying to be ya man, and I’m not having the shit. Like I said, when you in the market for a new nigga, I want you having tunnel vision, with me at the end of that muthafucka. Plus, only bodyguard you need is me. You don’t know these other niggas I got working for me, so you need something, you come to me only.”
