Casper

//Few hours pass by.

Darius Cook been livin' out in the country now. He's posted in a mobile, ducked off where the law don't lurk. After every move, he switch spots. Never sleep in the same place twice. That whip stay packed, and that shotgun? Always clean, always oiled, ready for whatever. Ain’t no comfort in this life... just survival. Every now and then, he slide back to Ganton.... check on the trap, let ‘em know he is still breathin'. Apply pressure, make the youngins tighten up. He don't say much, just pull up, post for a minute, and peel off. That’s Darius... low talkin’, high riskin’, always ten steps ahead. Darius Cook ain’t claimin’ to be the illest on the mic, He been hustlin’ both ways... spittin’ verses and movin’ dope. He keep it lowkey, never loud, let the music and the money speak for him. Always grindin’, always grindin’, but never lettin’ the streets catch him slippin’. That’s how he do...real recognized real. No love, No trust. AKA D' Cook. Darius Cook stay strapped heavy, maintainin’ that heat on deck He ain’t just chasin’ money no more; now he playin’ the trade game, movin’ guns and deals that talk louder than cash. Slow and steady, he switchin’ lanes, buildin’ power quiet like a shadow in the streets. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Crime shit 💪

//Few hours later.

//Darius Cook pulls up to the trap house a few days later running into known locals from Ganton. //Few hours later.

I am definitely following this - Queen nation let’s goooooo

Phhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I swear I love reading y'all thread. This man said, feeds himself with 2 bars of xanaxes, a perc, and a rhino pill. MY guy tooked a male enhancement pill ! xD Hayden like what the fuck going on man. Love it.

//Later on that same day

Darius Cook knew what he was walking into. 38th Street wasn’t friendly territory. Word on the street was that it moved heavy product, but only if you were tapped in, and Darius wasn’t... not yet. Most folks kept their distance. You don’t just pull up over there asking for a plug unless you either bold or stupid. Darius was neither. He was calculated... and desperate enough to gamble. Darius didn’t believe in love at first sight Whatever this feeling was, it had him twisted. He had just met her, Danielle. A friend of a friend type situation. She came through to kick it, nothing serious. Just a mellow link-up, a little smoke, some music low in the background... No heavy makeup, no loud energy. Just her... calm, confident, real. The ringtone hit different when it was from jail. Darius was counting up in the backroom when his phone lit up with "Inmate Call - Correctional Facility" across the screen. He already knew who it was. Korey. Been down for a week now... picked up on some light charge, supposedly. But there was always more to it than what made it on paper... Darius skipped the city. No flashy flights, no credit cards, nothing traceable. Left the city, kept his face down and his name quiet. Rented a small spot out in the hills somewhere... out the city, off-grid.

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//Time kept movin’, but the trap stayed jumpin’.

everytime one of us tap in, it’s high quality rp. I love the interactions I have with the gang 💪🔥

This gang RP hitting’ different. High quality all the way through. 🔥