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Standing backstage, I sipped out of my solo cup while watching that bitch ass nigga Flocco bounce around the stage like he was on something. I’on know how the fuck they did the line up and had me coming behind this nigga but whoever was responsible had really fucked up.

When that nigga set ended, I planned on being the first face he saw.

Flocco had to know it was consequences for touching shit that ain’t belong to him.

I been sitting back watching that nigga for weeks, waiting on the right opportunity to strike.

He was real big ‘bout popping shit online knowing I couldn’t get at him the way I wanted to.

I got lucky when the promoter announced that he was going to perform tonight. The nigga wasn’t a part of the original line up but just so happened to be available when somebody dropped out.

A hand being placed on my shoulder brought my attention from the stage. “Let him make it dog.”

“That nigga gotta see me Luc.”

“I know what he did was foul but he ain’t act alone. Nari was a willing participant ain’t like he forced her.”

I waved him off. “I ain’t tryna hear none of that.”

“Can you at least wait until you perform before you get at that nigga.”

“Luc.” I patted his arm. “Now that I can do. I’ll give y’all that.” Nodding my head I repeated. “Yeah, I’ll give y’all that. But that nigga getting touched tonight.”

“Do yo thang Juice. Let’s give these folks a show first. Ain’t no sense in upsetting ya fans.”

“You right.”

Flocco set lasted another five minutes. In the time it took him to address the crowd and walk off stage my team had already ushered me on through the other side. Grabbing the mic from my DJ I stood in the center of the stage and raised my arms in the air, making the crowd go wild.

“What’s up Atlanta!” I yelled in the mic.

“That non rapping ass nigga Flocco ain’t put y’all to sleep, did he?

” When they yelled no I laughed into the mic.

“Good. DJ drop that shit.” When the beat to War dropped the crowd went fucking nuts.

I had to pause in the middle of the song ‘cause they was out rapping my ass.

My city really fucked with me and any chance I got to hop on stage and do what I do I was grateful.

“I’ll go to war with anybody. Wet his ass up and then hide the body.

Niggas talking slick but they know not to try me.

Knock his bitch up and then I’ll brag about it.

” I rapped. “Atlanta!” I yelled. “Tell them pussy niggas they know where to find me.” Forming a gun with my hand I pointed it out to the crowd and shot that bitch.

Jogging over to my DJ, I gave him the que to drop the song I recorded the night I found out Nari fucked Flocco. Staring at me quizzically he asked, “you sure?”

“Fuck yeah.” I drawled.

Before the track dropped, I brought the mic up to my mouth. “Niggas come to the A and think they ain’t gotta see me. Flocco I’m on yo ass.” I heard the crowd gasp, but I was on one now. “DJ drop that shit!”

Pounding my mic in the air to the beat I bopped my head.

“What happened to that part of the game where niggas baby mamas was off limits.

Guess that shit only count when it comes to certain bitches.

Flocco played with fire and now he ‘bout to get burned. I’mma walk that nigga down and put his ass in an urn.

You crossed the line, now I’m drawing blood in the margins. Slept with my queen? That’s war no pardons. You hit once, now you think you the man? She called you “mid” while you was fumblin’, ya master plan. You violate codes, now karma gotta aim. I’m ten toes down, you just limp with my name.

Flocco? Sound tough, but you not on go. More cap in your rap than a sold-out show.

You ain’t sliding’ on nothin’ but your mama’s rent.

Talk real big but your soul broke and bent.

You smashed for clout, now you act like a star.

But my girl said your stroke was weak, barely made it to par.

You ain’t hurt me dog, you exposed your worth.

You crossed the line, now it’s smoke on sight.

Flocco, you fell off tryna flex my life. ”

Slicing my hand across my throat I signaled for the track to stop.

“In case I ain’t make myself clear the first time my baby mama off limits to any nigga out there that ain’t Julius “Juice” Jones.

Atlanta that’s my time. I love y’all.” Kissing my fingers I pointed them at the crowd before walking off.

Before I could get completely behind the curtain Tito was grabbing me by the arm. “Fuck is wrong with you?” He based.

“Ain’t shit wrong with me.” I shook out of his grasp. “Y’all niggas thought I was fucking ‘round when I said I’m on that nigga ass. Every time I see that nigga it’s up.”

“And how the fuck you think Nariah feel ‘bout that stunt you just pulled.”

“She’ll be aight. It ain’t like niggas ain’t know what the fuck went down. Bitch ass nigga been running ‘round telling the shit to anybody that’ll listen.”

“Nawl let me the fuck go!” I heard somebody yell.

When I turned around, I peeped Flocco trying to get through his security and mine. “Mama’s boy got something to say. Let that nigga go.” I ordered. Sliding my shirt over my head I tossed it to the side and taunted. “I’m right here homeboy. Ain’t no running.”

“Aye Juice. I fucked twice my boy. Bet she ain’t tell you that.” The nigga had the nerve to brag.

Flocco ain’t stand a chance, the minute he was able to free himself from security I was on his ass.

I hit that nigga so hard it dazed his ass and by the time he recovered I was pummeling the shit out of his face.

I tried to stump a mud hole in that nigga when he slipped and fell to the ground.

I had zoned out was trying my hardest to kill that nigga when somebody snatched me back.

“We gotta go!” Lucas yelled while pulling me away.

Grabbing my shirt up from the ground the two of us took off through the crowd of people backstage. We ain’t stop running until we were outside the arena and hopping into the sprinter.

“I hope you know it’ll be a warrant out for your arrest in the morning.” Tito noted.

“And I’mma be in my mugshot with all my jewelry on and a smile on my face.”

“Yo ass better hope that nigga don’t retaliate.”

“Nawl he better hope he don’t. Cause I’m coming for his whole bloodline.”

It took us over an hour to get out of Atlanta traffic.

The whole time we were in the sprinter our ass had been dodging calls from Nariah.

Judging by the text message she sent I knew her ass was pissed the fuck off.

I’d make it up to her. Shit the night I recorded that track she was everything but a child of God.

Hell, cause we had semi made up I scrubbed a lot of the lyrics from the rap.

If I had rapped it the way I did that night the two of us would never speak again.

Woke up this morning with the clip from last night circulating the internet.

Folks in the comments were saying me crashing out was warranted while a few of them was talking shit ‘bout Nariah.

Before anybody got beside themselves, I went live and let the world know that I saw all the comments and to keep Nariah name out they mouth.

This shit might’ve started with her but ultimately Flocco was the cause.

I also put the message out there that in case anybody hadn’t caught on yet, anytime I saw that nigga it was on sight.

Tito had been back and forth on the phone with the label, my attorney, and my PR rep.

They wanted me to keep my mouth closed and my head down, but I wasn’t hiding from shit.

If the law was looking for me, they knew where to find me. Flexing my hand, I hissed and stuck it back over in the bucket of ice water. “Fucked up my shit on that nigga hard ass skull.” I fussed.

“And whose fault is that?” My mama asked. Rounding the couch, she sat a plate in my lap and tossed her body down in the recliner. “You feel like a man now that you’ve put that girl business out there like that?”

“I felt like a man before I got on stage.”

“God Julius.” She sighed. “I swear you just don’t listen.”

“What I’m not listening to though Ma Dukes?” I asked and took a bite out of my sandwich.

“You claim you want your family back.”

“Cause I do.”

“Not with the way you’re moving. She’s never going to come back.”

“She will.” I stated confidently. Me and Nariah was meant for each other. The kind of love we shared don’t just happen. It might take a lot of ass kissing but eventually I’ll get her back.

“I’m glad you’re so sure. Have you heard from her today?”

I shook my head. “I called her back when I got to the crib last night but she ain’t answer. She in her feelings right now.”

“Ain’t you supposed to be getting Juju?”

“Yep. I’mma ride over that way after my nap.”

“Done caused all that bullshit now you tryna take a nap.”

“Hell yeah.” I yawned. “I ain’t really sleep last night. My knuckles and shit been hurting.”

“Ass ought to stop fighting.”

“I will one day.” I winked. Polishing off my sandwich I dried my hands on my wife-beater and downed the Gatorade. “Aight Ma Dukes I’m ‘bout to go take a Tylenol and get in bed.”

“Ummhmm. By the time you wake up I’ll have dinner ready.”

“Thank you, Ma.” I sang and kissed her on the cheek.

Hopping the stairs I strolled into my bedroom and tossed my body down on the bed.

It had been a minute since I had to whoop a nigga ass.

Whole body felt like I had been in a wreck.

Before I closed my eyes I thought ‘bout hitting Nariah up again but decided against it.

When she was ready to talk, she would call.

Fixing the pillow over my head I closed my eyes. Within a matter of seconds, I was out.