“Ole nerdy ass nigga.”
“Fuck outta here. I still pull bitches with my bifocals on.”
“You the only nigga I know that still pay bills like this. Set up some online accounts.” Al picked up a stack of bills before dropping them on the table. “You look like somebody's blind granddaddy.”
“Mind your business.” Logic gathered everything, placing it back in the folder. “What you doing up this early?”
“Making moves, nigga. Don’t shit come to a sleeper but wet dreams and nightmares. I don’t like either.”
“Ole motivational speaker ass nigga,” Logic jested.
“Yea, yea, but check this, I got you a studio session with Rah,” Al grinned.
“Who?”
“Southwest Rah!”
“You bullshitting.”
“Never that. So, you know I been fucking with ole girl on Downriver.”
“Shorty with the keloid dangling from her lip?” Logic asked. “You fucking her?”
“You worried about the wrong shit,” Al grunted. “Yea, I'm fucking her and ain’t shit wrong with the pussy. Maybe that’s what you need.”
“What? A chick with a bump on her lip?”
“It’s not a bump, it’s a keloid, and no, that's not what I'm talking about. You need a bitch with a handicap. Get you a chick with one leg or something, and if she gets to acting like Scottie hoe ass, you can unscrew all the bolts and hide them all around the house. Have her hopping around this bitch looking for pieces like a scavenger hunt.”
“You stupid as fuck,” Logic laughed out loud.
“Or you could get a mute. Nontalking hoes can’t complain.”
“I’m straight.”
“Just saying.” Al hunched his shoulders. “Anyway, shorty gets to telling me that she’s friends with Rahlo’s wife best friend.”
“You pillow talking?”
“That’s not important and nigga let me finish my story.”
“You taking too long to get to the point.” Logic snapped his fingers. “Hurry yo long-winded ass up.”
“Fuck you,” Al chuckled. “So anyway, I was telling her how you were about to blow the fuck up, and I showed her a couple of your YouTube videos. Shorty was impressed as fuck and started asking me if you were signed because she personally knows Rah is looking for artists. So I flipped her ass over, beat the pussy up,and then asked her to slide your name in a conversation. And boom! This morning, I got a text from an unknown number with an address to the studio.”
“How you know the shit legit?” Logic cocked his head to the side.
“Because I’m a real ass nigga and I followed up on the lead.”
“Oh, ok, Detective Stabler.”
“I been watchingLaw & Orderwith granny, shit got me in a chokehold. Just know that if you ever come up missing, I could find you in the first forty-eight hours. So, yea, I called the number this morning and Rah picked up.”
“Straight up?” A smile pulled at the corner of Logic’s lips.
“Straight up!” Al nodded. “I started to text you but figured I’d deliver the message in person. I have some shit to take care of but get your mind right because we’re stepping into the big leagues.”
“When?” Logic’s voice came out hoarse. “When are we going to the studio?”
