“Bitch boy, are you cool? Fuckin’ with this one right here will get you killed. You might want to get some water and soberthe fuck up; otherwise, you gon’ find yourself in a fucked-up situation!” East roared.
“Aww, hell no. You’re doing a little too much for me. When I see your bitch out hosting, she doesn’t act like she has a nigga at home. Y’all mothafuckas be so sensitive behind a bitch who would pop their pussy for the highest bidder. How are you mad at me for tryna shoot my shot?” Trill ranted, sounding as if he was drunk off his ass.
“I’m not going back and forth with a nigga who gotta wear every piece of jewelry he owns to prove he has a little change. This is my last and final warning. Stay away from my bitch. If you ever put your hands on my woman again, I’ma splatter your fuckin’ brains out.” East looked him up and down before flashing his gun in the waistband of his pants.
“All of this for some pussy that probably has more miles on it than—”
I flinched when East’s pulled out his gun and proceeded to pistol whip Trill like he stole something. Unlike my fight, both of their friend groups stepped in and separated the two. Trill’s mouth was crimson red with blood as he held the top row of his grill in his hand. His nose leaked all over, ruining his Prada t-shirt.
“We gotta get the fuck out of here. Y’all nigga’s trippin’ tonight,” Logic grumbled, ushering us out of the section. Even though no one knew Keynauri’s identity, the label insisted he have security with him whenever we went anywhere. They cleared the area so we could walk out of the building. Summyah and I locked arms as we headed to East’s car. I might have been mad at my man, but I was taking my ass home. He handed me his keys before he headed over to Keynauri.
After I said my goodbyes to everyone, I climbed inside and lay back on the headrest. My eyes were closed, but I hadn’t fallen asleep yet. Summyah talked on the phone with her man while wewaited for East to make it to the car. My phone rang, but by the time I found it, the call dropped. When I checked the caller ID, I saw it was my brother calling.
“Hey, are you in the car yet?” I asked.
“I’m about to get in now. Where are you? I thought you were coming home with me?”
I felt a little guilty because I wanted to spend more time with him, but I also wanted to be under my man.
“I’m drunk, and I want to sleep in my own bed. When I pick Symphonee up tomorrow, we’re gonna come over there and spend the day with you.”
“Okay, sounds like a plan. I love you, L-boogie.”
“I love you more, brudder. Get some rest. Your niece and I will be there bright and early to get on your nerves.”
“Impossible. Y’all are my lifeline. You could never get on my nerves. Good night.”
“Night.”
I hung up the phone, thanking the Big Man upstairs for answering my prayers. Even though the night hadn’t gone the way I planned, nothing could take away the joy I felt in my heart. My brother was finally home.
“This track is dope as hell. It sounds even better with the changes we made earlier,” I boasted. Keynauri called me first thing in the morning to help him tweak a few of his tracks. Being in the studio with him reminded me of how much I loved making music. Keyz and I used to brainstorm when he would come to my granny’s house, and I would make beats to his lyrics. When he got locked up, I stopped doing anything with music. It wasn’t a passion for me the way it was for him.
“Yeah, the alternative chorus you came up with is raw. It fits the song perfectly, and your vocals are on point, too. I don’t know why you don’t stop playing and get in the studio,” Keynauri pressed.
“Hell naw. I’m already wearing fifty different hats. I don’t care about the music shit enough to dedicate myself to it. I got you whenever you need help, though. You have raw talent, and these changes are only gonna help take your album to another level.”
“You think so?”
“I know so. You can feel the emotions in each song, and your fans are gonna feel them too. Even the gritty shit is a hit. They’regonna be playing your album on repeat. You’ve got something for everybody on here.”
“Thank you, bro. I appreciate you, real shit.”
“What y’all bitch asses in here talking about? It sounds like I need to bring in some Kleenex or something. Do I need to bring some tampons in this mothafucka?” Logic shouted as he stepped into the studio holding a bottle of Hennessy in his hand.
“Don’t come in here with all that bullshit. What’s up, bro?” Keyz got up to greet bro, and I followed suit.
“My bad for being late. These hoes be running me ragged. I’m ready to change my fucking number on these bitches,” Logic grumbled, taking a seat in one of the empty chairs.
“What the fuck do you have going on? I saw a picture of yo’ ass this morning, but I didn’t even have time to see what was going on.” I chuckled, thinking about my homie getting caught up in his bullshit.
“Man, I cussed that bitch out so bad this morning. Valor’s thirsty ass got into it with Janiyah, Shalese, and Heiress. Little mama is losing her fuckin’ marbles, and I’m about to cut her all the way off. She and Janiyah used to be cool, and I guess she felt some type of way about us fucking around. She made a post about bitches being desperate, and she and Valor started arguing in the comments. The next thing I know, Valor posted an off-guard of me in her bed.
“I can’t stand a bitch who can’t keep it cool. She knew what it was when we started fucking around, so I’m not sure why she’s trying so hard to make a place for herself in my life. Bitch has a whole son she doesn’t even have custody of, but she wants to be my main bitch. The hoe needs to be the main bitch at the elementary school picking up her son. Trifling bitch.” Logic sparked the blunt, then took a pull.
“Honestly, it’s your fault. Your program gotta be strict, or the bitches are gonna try to see how far they can go. Being mean onlymakes them want you more because every woman thinks her pussy is enough to change a man. Bianca and Zenia used to do the same thing, and then I cut them both off. They were begging to get back in my good graces, and once I set the ground rules, I never had an issue with them. Well, until recently, but that’s a story for another day.”
Lyric was adamant about not telling her brother about us, but I wasn’t cool with it. I was too real of a nigga to hide shit from a soul. At the end of the day, there was nothing he could do about us being together. She begged me for more time, but her time was winding down.
