Page 42 of This Is Law 2

I was reading through my comments, and so far, it was all good things.

So many people were writing me, telling me that they’d just heard me on the radio, and letting me know that I did a good job, and they enjoyed listening to me talk.

Prior to big Mount asking me about the live video, it really had been a great interview, that’s why I was so angry that he let it all just slip like that.

Usually, whenever I would do interviews, I was closed in, and didn’t really share much, but today, I opened up a little bit.

I talked about me stripping in the club, my childhood, how I’d gotten into rap, and just sharing pieces of my life that I knew the world didn’t know yet. I was vulnerable today.

I read through as many of the comments as I could, and then I went through my followers stories, and one of my home girls shared a video to her story that had been trending and going viral on all social media outlets since Law had posted it to his story a few days ago.

I’m not going to lie, even I reposted the video to my page too a few days ago.

That video that he recorded of him, and Yaya in that chair, and she was kissing all on her man, I swear I couldn’t wait to be in love with a nigga like that and be all in his face like that.

All the blogs were eating that video up, and over half a million people had reposted it, and shared it with someone.

They were picking apart everything in that video too.

So many people noticed the acupressure wristband that she was wearing on her wrist, so now the world was coming up with rumors that she was pregnant.

You know that that was the first thing that I asked her when I saw her this afternoon, but she claimed she wasn’t.

I still didn’t know if she was telling the truth or not.

“Soraya, look. Every day I get on social media, everybody is reposting this video. I want to be in love like this,” I told her, showing her my phone, so that she could see the video.

Someone had edited the video, and they had the song you are my joy (interlude) by Faith Evans playing.

In that video, you saw how much the two of them loved each other, how well they complimented one another, and that they were each other’s safe places.

I didn’t follow Law on social media, but I did follow the blogs, so the other day, when the blogs took the video from his story, and reposted it for the world, I screamed, happy that the two of them were back together.

I was with the rest of the world, wanting them to fix their problems, and get back together because they were truly a beautiful couple.

“Finish your tour first and then be in love. You need to have your head in the game right now. A man is going to slow you down,” she said, and I just laughed. I was talking to her about being in love, but Lord knows that I didn’t want that for real.

These Miami niggas out here just weren’t what I needed.

With me being in the industry, it’s put me in rooms with other male rappers, ball players, and just any kind of man with a coin, and to me, I felt like they were the worst kind of men to entertain.

Because they had money, and looked somewhat decent, they had a mindset of thinking that because they were the prize, they could treat a bitch any kind of way that they wanted.

When that time came, and I was ready to settle down with someone, I wanted a regular nigga.

Because I’ve already dated my fair share of scammers, drug dealers, ball players, and shit like that, and I knew what came with them, I would rather have a simple man, so that we could live a simple life.

For me to have this mindset, that’s how you knew that I was maturing, and I’ve been doing a lot of reflecting these days because just a month ago, I would have wanted the hoodest nigga of them all.

I was maturing, and I loved that for me.

During the car ride, I was happy when Yaya asked me if I wanted to go somewhere, so that we could sit down and have lunch. I really didn’t have anything planned until later. We’ve already started rehearsing for my tour, so tonight I had a late-night rehearsal session.

Yaya, and I decided on a restaurant quick.

Longhorn was one of my favorite restaurants, and Yaya told me that she liked to eat there too, so that’s where she told the driver to take us.

We pulled up there about fifteen minutes later, and the driver pulled the car up front, and he got out, opening our doors for us, and we walked inside.

Because it was the afternoon on a weekday, there really wasn’t many people inside, so we were able to be seated right away.

The hostess led us to a booth, and Yaya and I slid in on opposite sides.

The few people that were in here, they noticed us, and they thought that they were being discreet by pulling their phones out and trying to sneak videos of us.

Shit like that was the reason why I could never leave my house looking like a bum.

There was always going to be a camera in my face, or one that belonged to someone that was being sneaky and trying to record me.

I understood that it came with the territory, I just didn’t always like it.

“How have things been going between you, and your grandma?” Yaya asked me, once the hostess left the table. There were two menus that were sitting right in front of us. I ate here so often, never switching up my order, so I didn’t have to look through it.

When she asked me that question, I released a sigh. Yaya knew about the problems that I had when it came to my relationship with my grandmother. I’ve shared things with her in confidence, so a lot of times when her and I would have alone time, she would ask me how things were going with my grandma.

“Ever since that night me, and her got into it over the phone because I didn’t give her the money to go on her trip with her friend, me, and her haven’t really been seeing eye to eye like that.

I still pay all her bills and shit though.

Just the other day, she hit me, telling me that something was wrong with the AC at the house, so I called an AC mechanic to come out there, and see what was going on with it.

I pulled over there at the same time as the mechanic.

He checked the unit out and told us that the air wasn’t working because the compressor had failed.

Nigga quoted me three bands to fix it. Paid that money to him like it was nothing, and he fixed it right there on the spot.

This lady never even told me thank you. She treat me like the shit that I do for her, I’m supposed to do it, and because she feels that way, she thinks that she never gotta tell me thank you or just make me feel appreciated.

I love my grandma for stepping up, and raising me, while my mama didn’t want to do it, but I just don’t like the way she be moving, that’s all.

I still never got a congratulations from her on my album, or any other good things that I’ve done since I’ve been in the industry,” I shared with Yaya.

Her eyes were on me the entire time, taking all the things in that I was saying, and never interrupting me, so that I was able to get my point across.

“Damn, Autumn. That’s heavy. It’s crazy, but sometimes the people that are the closest to us, they’ll be the last one to clap for us.

In some instances, they may not even clap for us at all.

At this point, she’s used to what you do for her, the bills you pay, the money you give her, and the new lifestyle that you’ve afforded her with, that she’s forgetting that it’s a choice every time you do something for her.

What I will say is that she took you in when you were a kid.

You needed someone to raise you. You couldn’t raise yourself.

So, with that, don’t ever make her feel like you owe her anything.

Only person you owe something to is yourself, and that’s for you to be your best self.

Even with her making you feel like your efforts aren’t appreciated, you still look out for her, and that right there shows a lot about your character.

You fuck up along the way, but you really have a big heart,” she let me know.

I smiled at her words, and I thanked her too.

Our waiter eventually came over, took our orders, and once she left, we got right back to talking.

I really did enjoy this afternoon out with Yaya.

I felt like she was the one person in my life that was going to always hold me accountable, keep me motivated, and she truly wanted the best for me.

The day-to-day people that I had in my life, whenever I was around them, I felt like they always had their hand out, and they were feeding me their sad stories about how life was kicking their ass, and that would just be their way of trying to get some money from me.

It was mainly the homegirls that I would hang around, and the little bit of family that I did have.

With Yaya, I liked that I didn’t have to worry about that.

For months, she had been preaching to me, telling me how I needed to change my surroundings, and run with like-minded people such as myself.

It took a while for me to get here, but I felt like I was finally understanding where she had been coming from after all this time.