Almost 5 years ago but it feels like yesterday…
Beautiful summer day out, warm island breeze, nude chicks everywhere. And they was on it like huge sausages that come in the bun but we was focused on the mission & finessed all distractions. Sailing through New York Cities afternoon midtown traffic in a spotless Bentley Spur the driver sang … “Moneys only paper Infinite how much do you guys need? 50 thousand, 100 thousand, 250 thousand?? I own one of the few global trades left on the east coast. Lemme take you two to meet the family at Universal Records and later we can talk money over lunch.”
Silently I looked over at my brodie with a face of disbelief but serious possibility. Thinking like “Damm just two hours ago i was dipping through the projects running late to a meet up at one of my favorite labels; Sony. Now some stranger we just met in a parking garage is talking bout 'fuck wit me you know i got it.' "Soo you guys just got rejected at Sony? ... They said no?? They was like nah, they cant afford new talent huh?…. Don’t worry about it hop in were going across town.”
Anyone who ever called a label knows the second you ask for Execs or even A&R’s the phone receptionist will let the transfer games begin and the whole building will play the fuck outta you. But this guy makes one call and was greeted like a fucking king by the VP’s assistant who puts the VP directly on the phone. This shit was magic.
In the lowest unfazed tone he said “He's coming down stairs to meet you” . I thought either this guy is crazy or he knows money when he sees it.. From that point I believed this guy wasn’t ordinary bruh. "This nigga was a Boss."
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