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“Yeah. Run it back from the top and I’mma hop in once I catch the beat.”
Closing my eyes I waited for the beat to drop. When it was time for me to do my thing, I started flowing off the top of my head.
Came up where the fiends hit the pipe in the rain. Stove top dreams, cookin’ hope out the pain. Had to dodge Feds, seen bros do a bid. Now it’s tour life, private jets with the kid. Wasn't no love, just the .40 and the scale. Now I’m chart-toppin’, still got packs in the mail. Talk pain, I lived that, cold nights, no meal. Turned my losses to lessons, now my name worth a deal.
Made it out the mud, now the sky ain't the limit. Used to pray for a break, now my name in the Senate. From the trap to the stage, yeah, I stayed on my grind. Now it’s Rollies and Wraiths, leave the pain in the rearview behind.
I was in my zone when the music was cut abruptly. When I opened my eyes, I peeped Tito standing behind my engineer waving my phone in the air.
“On God that better be an emergency.” I fussed. Muthafuckas knew I hated to be bothered when I was in the studio. Especially when I was working on an album.
“It’s Lox.”
“Fuck. Aight I’m coming out.” Sliding off the headphones I sat them on the table and exited the booth. When I made it out to the front Tito was handing me the phone and walking out of the door.
“What’s good?”
“Nari just got arrested.”
“I’m on the way.” I chuckled cause it was no way this muthafucka had done got locked up. Not with the way she stayed preaching to my ass. Jogging out of the studio I caught up with Tito and asked. “Fuck is really going on?”
“Yo guess is just as good as mine. Her and her girls was supposed to be at Opium tonight. I had got her a section.”
“Bruh.” I groaned. When I scooped Juju from her earlier, she ain’t mention nothing about going to the club. I’m just glad she was smart enough to take Lox with her. Dropping my head I shook it. “Ain’t no telling what the fuck Nariah ass did to get fucking arrested.”
“Out of all people.” He laughed.
“Right. Out of all fucking people.” I repeated.
Instead of taking my car we hopped in Tito’s truck and headed to Rice Street to go see what the fuck had went down. On the drive over Tito called our lawyer Mike and told him to meet us at the station.
Since Punta Cana, Nari and I had been keeping it strictly about Juju. It was the best thing for us since our shit was so fucking tumultuous. Me and Nariah had a bond like no other so either we was fighting, or we was fucking and since we couldn’t keep shit casual fucking was off the table.
I slipped up that night and even if I ain’t regret the shit I knew she did. It was in the way she moved the next day. I could tell she ain’t want me in her space, so I left her alone. Outside of a few casual conversations she ain’t have no rap for my ass.
I ain’t too much mind because it was time for me to lock into my music and I couldn’t do that if my mind was on trying to get her back and shit. I loved her enough to let her go and if we were really meant to be together, I had a feeling Big Sandals was gone make it happen for ya boy.
When we pulled up to the jail house Mike was standing out front with his briefcase in one hand and a stack of papers in the other.
“That nigga stay in business mode.” Tito noted.
“Shit hopefully he can get this girl out without her having to wait until Monday morning.”
Exiting the truck, I met Mike at the front. “Thank you for showing up bruh.”
“You know it’s no issue Julius.”
Stuffing my hand in the pocket of my sweats I nodded toward the entrance. “What we looking at?”
“Disorderly conduct and simple assault.”
“Who the fuck she done got into it with?”
Placing his suitcase down on the ground he shuffled through the papers. “Tamia Culpepper.”
“Oh yeah I’m cooked.” I scoffed. Even though tonight ain’t have shit to do with me directly I knew for a fact that Nariah was about to blame all of this shit on me. Nari wasn’t the type of person to start no shit. It didn’t matter how she felt about a bitch, it wasn’t in her to run up on nobody.
This shit had Tamia written all over it. Bitch had hit me up talking shit after the pics from Juju birthday went viral. Ain’t no telling what her ass said to Nariah to get her ass beat. And I bet everything in my account that Tamia got her ass drug. Nari had hands for fucking days. I knew from experience. “Can we get her out?”