Teterboro

Alize was the drink back then. The yellow shit. When niggas didn’t feel like drinking  something heavy or champagne. We’d do the yellow alize inside the ice cup. Pour up before pulling off the block and do our running around. BJs was often a stop niggas made. Not on no street shit but just to get the necessities. Food, paper plates, paper towels. you know, the regular shit. Buy in bulk. We knew that. We used to hit up the joint back there on Route 4, out there by Teterboro. That might’ve been my first time recognizing real money. Like I knew niggas in the hood With money. Shit even a couple millionaires. but none of them niggas ever had a private jet. The jets was just lined up. Lined up like like we lined up our kicks at the front door. Big and Hov was the first ones I ever heard talk about leer jets and G5s.. or the rob report. Big money shit. I don’t know if they had them already or just speaking them into existence. I remember buying the Robb Report as a kid, just trying see what they were talking about… what the future might hold. But yea, Teterboro humbled us. I’m sure other street niggas drove past the same jets as we did and it either humbled them or it gave them ambition. Or both… like “nigga look at that!”. We’d slow down just to catch a better glimpse. The Benz’s and big trucks we drove suddenly became small. We couldn't fit all of our cars in that airport, but one plane cost more than all of them combined. Unbeknownst to us, we were major in minor things. Cars, clothes, jewelry, and all that other shit, that don’t mean nothing after you buy it “guns and butter baby” lol.