“Oh, I like this beat.” Pearl dropped the braid she was working on and started twerking. “Gimme something to bounce to Lo,” she requested.
“I got you.” Logic puffed the blunt before placing the headphones over his head. “Turn me up,” he spoke into the mic.
“I love a turn me up ass nigga,” Diamond swooned, joining in on her sister's twerk session.
“These hoes,” Duce snorted, but kept his eyes on Pearl’s ass. The way her big booty ate up the thin leggings should’ve been a crime. If it had been anybody else in their home, Duce would’ve made her change. He trusted Al and Logic with his life, so having them around his girl wasn’t a problem. Even when her ass was hanging out or her big titties were on display, they looked away and tried not to stare too hard. Duce appreciated them for that because Pearl was a straight east sider. Whether it was fighting or twerking, she was going to show her ass.
“Love me a twerking ass chick, dropping pussy on the flo,’ but can you pop it on a dick? Huh. Don’t want no shy ass bitch, gimme a gutter, chicken fryin,’ hustlin’ out the kitchen ass chick,” Logic rapped, winking at Pearl.
“We love them ratchet ass D girls, don’t want no Keishas and Nikkis, I want the Diamonds and Pearls.”
“Ayeee!” Pearl twerked harder while wagging her tongue.
“Aight, aight”. Duce jumped up from his seat when he caught sight of her pussy print from the back. “Go back in there and do her bald ass head. We workin’.”
“Let me find out you mad Lo can rap me out these drawls,” Pearl teased.
“Keep playing with me and I’ll knock yo head between that burnt ass grease on the stove and the pile of pink weave.”
“I’mma let this crying ass nigga keep you, Pearl, but if he starts acting up, I’mma snatch you with the quickness,” Logic joked.
“Oh my god, please act up. Please,” Pearl begged. “Let a real nigga cuff me.”
“Get the fuck outta here,” Duce gritted.
“Fine, only cause I gotta finish this girl hair. Don't think you running shit. Later Lo,” she flirted, heading back into the living room.
“Later, P.” Logic chuckled. “Gimme the beat back, I’m ready.”
“Aight, and I’m charging you double since you wanna flirt with my girl all in my face.”
“Nigga don’t nobody want Pearl bipolar ass but you.” Al frowned. “Now, Diamond, I’d stand up in that pussy all night. Shorty got ass for days, ya hear me.”
“She do gotta a nice ass,” Duce agreed.
“And that’s why Pearl be going in your shit.” Logic shook his head. “Drop the beat nigga, I don’t have all night.”
“Fuck outta here, you only flow when this nigga around.” Duce nodded toward Al.
“Because I’m his manager, and if you don’t drop the beat, I'mma find another studio for my client. Not only are there a lot of distractions, but your girl keeps winking at him. I’m starting to think she got a twitch or some shit.”
“Fuck you, Al!” Pearl yelled out.
“And she nosey as hell,” he added.
Logic placed the headphones over his ears, signaling for Duce to bring the beat back. A couple seconds later, his ears were blessed with a Southwest original beat. In his opinion, Duce's skills were top-notch. As a producer, he was highly underrated. Not only did his beats have layers, but they also fed your soul. Even if the lyrics sucked, Duce’s beats were hypnotizing and made you forget you were bobbing to a trash ass rapper. When he made it to the top, Logic planned to take Duce with him. The man was talented and deserved a piece of the pie.
Relighting the blunt, Logic took a pull from it and deeply inhaled as he digested the beat. In his zone, he began rapping into the microphone that hung from the kitchen cabinet. His poetic words were catchy, and Al couldn’t help but record the moment. They didn’t need all that fancy studio bullshit. Talent was talent, no matter the location, and Logic was in his bag.
“Hold up,” he paused, retrieving his vibrating phone out of his pocket. “Yea?” he answered.
“How long you gonna be?” Logic’s fourteen-year-old sister, Spice, asked.
“A minute, yall straight?”
“Sage sitting on the stoop talking to them ugly lil boys from building A, and Shugg sleep,” she replied, referring to her brother and twin sister. “Our stomach cramping and we both need a period basket. We don’t have anything left.”
“Aight. I’ll run by CVS on the way home. Tell Sage to bring his ass in the house.”
