“No, big homie, nah. NO SMOKE! We ain’t know this was your block, man. It’s all respect. We know who you are. We heard you loud and clear. This block and the ones that circle it…all off limits from here out. I don’t even want the money, O.G.” The young man said, bending down to place his gun on the grass at Ethic’s feet. “I’ll take the game, though. If you give me the game, I’ll make sure these blocks stay dry. I’m trying to move like you, big homie. Get out this shit with my life and my name. I don’t want them to put numbers on my back.”
