I had a dude once be like, I know you been in bookings before or something. I was like, no I’m a good girl lol. But really the main thing that saved me from getting locked up over the years was that none of the street dudes I messed with ever let me get my hands dirty.
My dudes won’t even let me be in the car while they make a run. No lil weed transactions. Nothing. And that’s because they know I have stuff going on—I’ve always been the type to have a job or two and be in college or teaching or something. They would never want to be the one to get in the way of that, and those who I took seriously also wanted to see me win. They wouldn’t let me get involved if I asked to.
But even if you’re not a bum, you still might have dudes coming to you trying to get you to sign something or hold something or whatever it is—in that case, he’s just bummy as hell and doesn’t care who he takes down with him. Either way, get out of there and get busy with your own interests. It was some street dudes down in Vineland that taught me that the devil has work for idle hands. You do that stuff if you want, but I’m going to be over here doing my thing in the meantime.