I had plenty of bread, but a nigga lived modestly, only having bought a condo in The Millennium’s recently. I wanted the big house and shit one day without a doubt, but I was saving that for when a nigga settled down and shit.
I smiled to myself when I pulled up and saw the car in my visitor’s spot because I knew I was in for some good ass food. A nigga needed it because I’d worked up an appetite. Before I went inside, I powered my phones back on. Messages flooded my shit and Prynce was already calling.
“Got damn, I just turned the shit back on.”
“You hardheaded, Lord,” he said right away.
“I’m a grown ass man, P.” I laughed. “Fuck you mean?”
“Told yo’ ass to chill. Me and Jay still out the city.”
“As much as I love you and Jabari, nigga, I don’t need y’all to hold my hands when I handle business. Besides, Jay wasn’t gon’ get his hands dirty no ways.”
“Fuck you, nigga.” He laughed in the background.
“When y’all boys comin’ back?” I asked as I climbed off of my bike.
“Soon. Gotta be at Sy shit,” P answered. “Y’all niggas run me raggedier than my fuckin’ wife and kids.”
Both of my boys were family men now. Prynce had married his girl, Safari, a couple of years ago and they had two kids, badass Royal and baby girl, Pryncess. Jabari got wifed up recently with a lil’ boy, Jamari, who’s little ass always bullied my shit when he was around. It was crazy to see because I remember us making a pact as lil’ Lords to be bachelor’s forever, but I was the only one holding up my end of the deal now.
I shoulda bet them niggas back then.
I loved all of their kids like my own though, so I had no complaints. They all kept me on my toes and gave me something to do when I wasn’t in the studio. P’s son wanted to hoop like Jay’s bitch ass, but Pryncess was showing promise, always fuckin’ with my equipment when she came to the studio with her pops or her uncle. Jamari was too little to decide what he wanted to do yet, but I had faith that he’d follow in a real OG’s footsteps and let Uncle Loc show him the game.
“You hit Kyng yet?” Prynce asked, jarring me from my thoughts. “I ain’t tryin’ to get a lecture about leavin’ him to clean up after us.”
“Naw.” I chuckled. “I left Mouse there to handle that shit.”
“You cold blooded, Lord.” He laughed. “Know Kyng gon’ chump him off.”
“Better him than me.” I chuckled. “Kyng know I ain’t goin’.”
“Feel me?” he agreed, still laughing. “Nigga became a pops and think he gon’ son every fuckin’ body.”
“On Lord.” I agreed.
“Aight though, Lord, we ‘bout to board the jet. I need to hit my girl to let her know I’m on the way back and shit.”
“Soft ass nigga.” I jibed. “But aight, I’ll fuck with y’all later.”
“Love Lord.
“Love.”
After pocketing my phone, I headed inside and up to the fifth floor to my place. Like I knew it would, the smell of food smacked me as soon as I stepped inside. I ditched my helmet bythe door then took the short trip to my kitchen and smiled as I watched the prettiest woman I’d ever laid eyes on.
“I woulda came in here snappin’ if I hadn’t smelled food when I walked in,” I said to gain her attention, “but I’m glad to see you’re puttin’ your key to good use.”
She scoffed. “And be thankful I did. Since when do you leave dishes in the sink overnight and chips rolled up on the counter, Makhai Matthews? Do you want roaches?”
I chuckled and walked deeper into the kitchen. “How you know they were in there overnight, Ma?”
“Because I do.” She sassed but kissed my cheek when I leaned down and I reciprocated the motion. “Are you hungry?”
“Anytime you cook.” I smiled then glanced toward the den where I heard the sound of the T.V. “Where’s your husband?”
“Same place he is anytime he isn’t working.” She shook her head as she walked back over to the stove. “Go get cleaned up. I’ll fix your plate.”
