a week later..
India
I been out here for some time now. I seriously was beginning to miss my mom. mfs prolly think I'm crazy but I do miss my mommy. I decided to give her a call.
"Hey daughter" she answered
"hey mommy" I smiled widely
"how's Chicago?"
"it's alright, just been hanging out"
"mmm, seems like you ain't having fun to me"
I chuckled "nah, I'm just a little bored right now. Shanti left with her boyfriend somewhere so I'm at her apartment alone"
"well why don't you go do something, you know people out there" she laughed
"I dunno, kinda don't feel like it"
I could just feel her shaking her head "well I'm not sure what to tell you"
I giggled. soon their was a knock at the door.
"I'll call you later mommy. love you"
"love you too"
I hung up my phone and tossed it on the couch. I opened the door to see bibby.
Bibby
"wassup ma" I spoke letting myself in
"hey...." she looked at me "nobody here"
I chuckled "I know that India" she rolled her eyes "herb told me to meet him here yungin"
"oh so now I'm a yungin" she giggled sitting on the couch
I sat next to her "always have been" I looked we her taking in her appearance
shawty was bad, even when she wasn't all dressed up. I just looked at her while she stared at the tv.
"can I have my face back?" she said laughing
I chuckled kinda low, cause I was a bit embarrassed. got me looking like a bitch and shit.
"aye so can you listen to this real quick?" I asked her
she licked her lips "yeah sure"
she turned so that I now had all her attention, I cleared my throat.
"Underdog like Rocky
Go hard till they drop me
They know they can't stop me
Sprite dirty as the opps be
Operation lookin' sloppy
The feds tryna watch me
And they say they got me
Servin' on camera
I told 'em that it's not me
Get a deal if he cop three
I'm hotter than the block be
Me and Herb inna drophead
Middle finger to the haters
Tell 'em drop dead
She gon' do the whole squad
Cause we got bread
All my hittas got dreads
Look like mopheads
You can catch me ridin' in the Jag
The hammer in the stash
Holes in the skully
We use it like a mask
I just make a call
Have them shooters on yo ass
Gotta brand new 30
Fo gon use it on yo ass
Kick a nigga door, where the weed at?
Cause we need that, best believe that
If he act dumb, bro squeeze that
Where the money and the loud and the keys at?
Niggas snitchin' but my lawyer gon' beat that
You don't even gotta ask, nigga we strapped
Plus my young niggas know where he sleep at
You'll never catch me slippin' cause I keep that" I rapped
she smiled widely "that was pretty good"
I smirked "you think so"
"don't get cocky" she rolled her eyes
"you coming to our show tonight?"
"wow you take this rap shit seriously...." she spoke
I raised my eyebrow "I'm trying to, can't be a dope boy all my life"
