Keep It On The Real

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Yatta's POV

"My OG out this bitch soon!" I was cheesing hard once I got on video call with my pops.

"Yadadamean! You already knowing son son, 6 more months."

"Mayne! That shit was forever! Time really wasn't tryna fly."

He smacked his lips. "Shit, who you tellin. Where's Mamé and my G-son."

"She in LA with her family for the weekend, her lil bro had a basketball game at UCLA too."

He nodded. "That's wassup, he raw?"

"As fuck, but he can't beat me."

My pops smacked his lips again. "Boy I beat he'a break you like a toothpick. Ball ain't yo life."

I chuckled. "Whatever, you know I'm a football nigga though."

"Mayne, you decent. But I'a rake yo shit lil nigga."

"Naaaah OG, got me fucked up." I shook my head.

"You know it's true, youngin."

"Hell no. I will work you, old man."

"Fashoo doe, we just gon have to see." He shrugged.

"Bet." I replied. "But aye, you be a good lil negro in there ight? I need you out here as soon as possible."

He waved me off. "Lil negro? I'm a grown ass man. But you know I ain't gon fuck shit up, already missed too much."

"What Im talm bout." I nodded.

"So what y'all decide on, young blood?"

"Karl Avery." I smiled since Mamé and I decided to name him after Cork.

I watched as his smiled grew wide. "Karl Avery Jones, that's what the fuck I'm talm bout. Rest up to my son."

"Yea, RIP to my brother mayne."

"You doin good son, you really grew up mayne. I'm proud of you." My pops spoke up again after some time of silence.

"Preciate it, Kenyana." I laughed once I saw his facial expression.

"Ima slap yo big, baked bean headed ass once I get out this bitch. The first thing ima do." He shook his head.

"Got me fucked up, we gon be fighting."

"I used to beat yo ass as a kid, don't think I won't do it now."

"You all talk." I waved him off.

"Whatever foo, but I heard bout yo bro."

I sighed. "Yea..."

"That lil nigga really fucked his life up." He shook his head, speaking on Sheik.

Last week, Sheik was sentenced to life with no parole. He plead guilty to the crime, not really caring anymore. That shit fucked me up forreal. I really didn't want to see my young nigga go down at all, but I guess people have different ways of getting over shit. I really couldn't believe it though, because he had so much shit going for him. I understand he was pissed off, but we could've had some goons take care of allat.