In Memphis, Tennessee, there are approximately 100 gangs and 14,000 gang members.

When Shotcaller flew in, that became 14,001.

Being from the streets, well, that just never leaves your blood.

Especially for a Blood. Always showin’ the red, always bleedin out. That’s what they do. That’s what Shotcaller does.

Mostly Millington, Mason and North Ave and other black-majority spots dealt with the gangs, and that’s exactly where Shotcaller went when he came to Memphis. Golden Pro Wrestling’s contract was clear, he had to live in Memphis and stay clean. They got him off a 25-to-life charge before hiring him, so he was serious to oblige.

But the streets… too much easy money out there.

Right?

It was late, and dark. Shotcaller was rollin’ down Flicker St. in his ride. Yeah, it wasn’t the dopest ride, but it took him wherever he wanted.

He slowly drove without his lights on and creeped in his car through the Audobon Downs Apartments. Yeah, this is where the shit was at.

When he found the right spot, he parked the car and waited. Yep, always wait for a few minutes. Always make sure you know what’s up.

Shotcaller looked through the windshield and side windows and didn’t see any other people getting into or out of their cars, so he made is move. After closing his car door, he got straight the right staircase, and found the door to where it was going to go down.

It only took a moment after he knocked before the door was opened by a huge homie. Our dude had shoulder length dreads and didn’t wear a shirt. Behind him was a simple living room with a couch, and a girl sitting and watching TV.

Local Memphis rapper Moneybagg Yo’s song “Run It Up” was bumping in the background.

Shotcaller ducked in and the door shut behind him. A few moments later, he was walking out out with a brown bag and heading back to his ride.

Yeah, he got the shit.

Now, time to sell the shit.

You can pull the homie out of his hood, but he’s just gonna find another one.

Fuck dat GPW contract.

Let’s go, boy.