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that they were bringing their own bottles to the club. I had lucked up and ganked a few lame ass dudes, but after seeing how much they had, I almost felt bad for them. It was sad really. These niggas didn't even hustle like they used to anymore.
My brother Casino hustled so that his family could live good and want for nothing. Besides his cars and his brick home, you wouldn't even think he was out in the streets like he was. I used to tease him for always having a t-shirt and sweatpants on. Whenever I would question him about it, he would always say:
“Baby girl I ain’t trying to impress these other cats out here. A muthafucka will never know how much money I’m getting, or where I lay my head. I don’t mind nigga’s thinking I’m broke as fuck. How you think niggas get caught up out here? They all in the club flashing money and popping bottles, then got the nerve to wonder why the fuck they got robbed.”
It didn't make sense back then, but when my mama put my ass out at 16, shit became crystal clear. Niggas was out here hustling for clothes, shoes, and to be able to trick with a random rat bitch every now and then. The way I saw it was if they was flashing it, it was mine for the taking. It wasn't like they could go to the police and report the shit. All they could do was pray they catch up with me; they’d have to remember me first though.
Though I’m only 27, thirty was creeping up on my ass and I wasn't trying to still be doing this shit. All I needed was this one lick and I would be able to relocate and open my dream boutique. I had gotten careless with all the money I was getting and blew it all on clothes and new weaves, when I should have been stacking and saving. This broke bitch shit was for the birds! Something had to fucking give!
The sound of a car pulling into the driveway caught my attention. I looked out the blinds and saw that it was Lyric’s ass. I rolled my eyes and sunk back into the couch, scrolling through the On Demand listing on Comcast. Just as I turned on my show MasterChef, Lyric came strolling in. I looked her over and I had to admit, my niece looked damned good! I was still mad at her stanking ass though. Even though we were more like sisters because of our ages, I was still her aunt and I felt that I deserved a little more respect than what she had given me.
“Des!” she yelled. I looked at her like she was fucking stupid. She knew I was watching TV before she came in here doing that petty ass loud shit. “Bitch guess what the fuck just happened to me!” A big ass smile adorned her face, as she kicked off her shoes and climbed the stairs two at a time. She had her fucking nerves leaving me out the loop! Once I heard the bedroom door shut, I ran up and stood outside of it, trying to hear the juicy shit she was saying.
“What the hell you cheesing and shit for? We just missed out on bands and you all giddy,” Destiny said.
“Guess who I ran into!”
“Who?”
“Bitch I said guess! You always taking the fun out of something.” I rolled my eyes, wishing she would get to the point.
“Are you gon’ tell me or nah?” Destiny was obviously tired of her bullshitting around too.
“Bryce Donovan himself.”
My ears perked up at the sound of Brick’s name.
“Brick?”
“Yess! I went out with Khalil and ended up literally running into his ass. That man is fine as fuck!”
“So that means everything is back on track, right?”
“Not really.” My eyes grew large at her stupid ass. The fuck she mean not really? “I talked to him for a little while, and so far he seems nice. I actually want to get to know him a little bit.”
Hearing enough, I walked away from the door before I went in there and beat the hell out of Lyric. She knew the motto we lived by was, ‘Fuck niggas get money’ so why the fuck was she making this nigga out to be so different?
If this bitch ain’t trying to get money, then fuck her! Her not helping me definitely wasn’t stopping
My brother Casino hustled so that his family could live good and want for nothing. Besides his cars and his brick home, you wouldn't even think he was out in the streets like he was. I used to tease him for always having a t-shirt and sweatpants on. Whenever I would question him about it, he would always say:
“Baby girl I ain’t trying to impress these other cats out here. A muthafucka will never know how much money I’m getting, or where I lay my head. I don’t mind nigga’s thinking I’m broke as fuck. How you think niggas get caught up out here? They all in the club flashing money and popping bottles, then got the nerve to wonder why the fuck they got robbed.”
It didn't make sense back then, but when my mama put my ass out at 16, shit became crystal clear. Niggas was out here hustling for clothes, shoes, and to be able to trick with a random rat bitch every now and then. The way I saw it was if they was flashing it, it was mine for the taking. It wasn't like they could go to the police and report the shit. All they could do was pray they catch up with me; they’d have to remember me first though.
Though I’m only 27, thirty was creeping up on my ass and I wasn't trying to still be doing this shit. All I needed was this one lick and I would be able to relocate and open my dream boutique. I had gotten careless with all the money I was getting and blew it all on clothes and new weaves, when I should have been stacking and saving. This broke bitch shit was for the birds! Something had to fucking give!
The sound of a car pulling into the driveway caught my attention. I looked out the blinds and saw that it was Lyric’s ass. I rolled my eyes and sunk back into the couch, scrolling through the On Demand listing on Comcast. Just as I turned on my show MasterChef, Lyric came strolling in. I looked her over and I had to admit, my niece looked damned good! I was still mad at her stanking ass though. Even though we were more like sisters because of our ages, I was still her aunt and I felt that I deserved a little more respect than what she had given me.
“Des!” she yelled. I looked at her like she was fucking stupid. She knew I was watching TV before she came in here doing that petty ass loud shit. “Bitch guess what the fuck just happened to me!” A big ass smile adorned her face, as she kicked off her shoes and climbed the stairs two at a time. She had her fucking nerves leaving me out the loop! Once I heard the bedroom door shut, I ran up and stood outside of it, trying to hear the juicy shit she was saying.
“What the hell you cheesing and shit for? We just missed out on bands and you all giddy,” Destiny said.
“Guess who I ran into!”
“Who?”
“Bitch I said guess! You always taking the fun out of something.” I rolled my eyes, wishing she would get to the point.
“Are you gon’ tell me or nah?” Destiny was obviously tired of her bullshitting around too.
“Bryce Donovan himself.”
My ears perked up at the sound of Brick’s name.
“Brick?”
“Yess! I went out with Khalil and ended up literally running into his ass. That man is fine as fuck!”
“So that means everything is back on track, right?”
“Not really.” My eyes grew large at her stupid ass. The fuck she mean not really? “I talked to him for a little while, and so far he seems nice. I actually want to get to know him a little bit.”
Hearing enough, I walked away from the door before I went in there and beat the hell out of Lyric. She knew the motto we lived by was, ‘Fuck niggas get money’ so why the fuck was she making this nigga out to be so different?
If this bitch ain’t trying to get money, then fuck her! Her not helping me definitely wasn’t stopping
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