@abysel / continued.
when johnny perches himself in the chair, lamar followsā a sheep following the herd. he sits adjacent to the man across the desk, eyes watching johnny kick his feet up, lamar offering a quick knit of his eyebrows in response. player's smooth with it, he'll give johnny that. [the vibes almost remind him of los santos for a split second, allowing a momentary lapse of home feeling to spread through his veins.] but it'll take more than legs being kicked up and a chill attitude for lamar to calm down, especially his nerves that are a ticking time bomb. tick, tick, tickā he takes a breath, exhaling as he shifts around in the seat, taking mental note of his qualifications.
āwhere do i even begin, homie? born and bred in los santos, worked for simeon yetarianā ever heard of him? legitimate businessman-type shit, had me boosting cars for him, killin' bustas, and kickin' ass. my man franklin, he was involved with the fib and shitā had me helping him with his bullshit, but he's the homie, y'know? gotta look out for the little homies. i even got the ballas in los santos in a gang war at one point. pimp type shit, y'know?ā lamar forgets to mention how the ballas once showed up at benny's motor shop and he ran out the backdoor, but does that truly matter right now? what matters isā he's in stilwater, trying to make the best of his fucked-up situation. money doesn't come easy, nor does it come cheap without getting your hands dirty. (he knows that better than anyone.)
āi'm just a playa' tryna' make his dough, y'feel me? we all tryin' to survive out here and i go hard doing this shit.ā















