Like every other hood ni$$a, money and a way out was Seven's motivation. To live like the dope boys on his block, to rock shines like them, to fuck bad bitches like them, drive the flyest whips and count rubber band bank rolls like them. But unlike most, after seeing all the streets had to offer and how they'd taken his mother out of his life he repelled to some parts of the street life. It was in his blood line to master the pistol play and hustle but he was wise beyond his years due to the time he'd spent up under Sincere Wallace who was running the streets when Seven was a kid. Would soaking up as much knowledge as he could from Sincere be enough for Seven's survival. He had attracted the attention of two of the biggest dope boys in the city and now had the chance to get down with them at a young age. Soon signals would get crossed with their out of town connect and Seven found himself in a position of power. One trip and he was now running the city. But with more money, comes larceny from people you've never even met. After two of the biggest coke &heroin connects take a fall could Seven handle the pressure of the target being on his back or would he fold to the older hustler's who had no problem robbing &murdering in order to get his spot. Who can you trust when it becomes known that your holding millions in your stash. Seven would soon find out the hard way the consequences that came with being Street Royalty in the 937...