Nipsey walked through the war torn streets. There were still dead bodies that haven't been cleaned up, and many bodyguards walking aimlessly with their employer gone. Nipsey lost his father in the war, but he could no longer be caught up in the sadness and had to work towards making a name for himself. 

After looking at his current clothes, he shook his head. No one is going to respect a guy dressed as some petty thug on the streets. He had to find some new threads. Most of the tailors were closed or burned down, so Nipsey didn't know where to go. Instead, he set up a stand a next to the newspapers and spoke to a few people passing by.

"Hey! I'm looking to dress for success in these streets. If anyone knows a tailor or someone who can make me a decent suit, send them my way. I'll pay with cash, credit, or gifts. I just want something that will help me look good as I work my way up in this world."

Nipsey left some flyers on the stand and lit a cigar. He got into his car and drove back into the streets to continue his work.