Fake it til you make it.

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Friday 7:30 pm

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Friday 7:30 pm

I sat on the chair rollin' up my weed waiting on my dumb ass cousin to come back in the house from chasin them lil hoes from next door. Always tryna be seen. I keep tellin his ass to chill out. When you making moves, they gon see you. Let them come to you.

On the real, I'm not payin none of these bitches no mind. They just learnin how they pussy work, throwin that shit around to any nigga that show em some attention. That shit ain't worth nothin but a nut. Mama ain't raised no fool. I'll be damned if I'm out here with some birdbrain for a baby mama because I ain't had no sense or self-control.

My cousin walked into the house, smiling like an idiot. "Aye man, smoke one wit me and these girls later?" He begged.

"Nah, y'all good. See if Ced or one of them niggas wanna kick it wit y'all." I suggested.

"Man, Ced be doing too much, I don't like being around him when it's bitches around. He clown way too much."

In reality, my cousin don't like competition. He might have good looks, but he doesn't have the confidence nor personality to really crack a baddie and he knows I don't give a fuck about these bitches, so I'm the perfect wingman.

I kissed my teeth, "Aight, but I'm only smokin ONE." I made sure he understood by holding up one finger. "And I don't want all y'all lips on my cones either, y'all roll a wood."

"Fine. Auntie Johnisha gon be gone?"

"Why you tryna make sure you can stay the night now cus some bitches comin over" I teased him.

"Man, I'm tryna beat somethin' down and you know she be hatin,"

"She not no hater, you just need to step yo shit up and stop fakin' it." I chuckled. "You know Jah don't play that sucka shit."

Nigga rides around in my car all day getting at bitches but don't wanna get his own. Living in a 2 bedroom apartment wit my auntie and his 5 younger siblings. Sharing a pissy bunkbed. Only fly cus he servin lil shit. Fake it til you make it I guess. Couldn't be me though. I wanted more for my cousin, but a nigga could only hope.

I shook my head and sparked my joint.

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