Keep It On The Real

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                               Yatta's POV

"I swear, you always on some bullshit." I shook my head as I spoke through the phone.

"I just wanna know the truth, you still fuckin yo babymama? You be around her too much when you out there." Peaches complained.

"Sound dumb as hell, I be wit her to see my son. And she don't even fuck wit me, that's how I know you on some stupid shit. Shorty can't stand a nigga, she'a never let me touch her."

"Well, it seems like every time we fuckin you moaning out that bitch name! I am not her! That shit mad disrespectful!"

"What you not gon do is call her out her name though. That's still the mother of my child, good or bad terms, I still got love for her. Me and you? We just fuckin! I don't know why you thinking we got sum real."

"Oh really, Yatta? That's how you feel?" She asked.

"Yuh, and that's how it's been. Why, you been thinking otherwise?"

"I knew we was just fuckin, but I been falling so hard for you...."

"Well, ion know what to tell you." I replied.

"You really ain't shit!" She yelled.

"You just now realizing? And who you yellin at? Cuz it ain't me."

"You get on my damn nerves. I love yo stupid ass and wanna be with you but you wanna treat me like this!"

"I don't do relations."

"Whatever Kenyana, fuck you."

"Bitch, fuck you. Best stop using my government and allat, got me fucked up."

"Whatever, you ain't shit and neva gon be shit!" She spoke.

"Mayne, I don't give a fuck. You blowin me, dawg. Fuck off my line."

"Just know when I go out to Cali and I catch yo baby mama, I'm whoopin her ass."

"Wish you would try it...you'll see what happens." I hung up on her.

This hoe Peaches has been getting on my nerves, being so insecure about if I'm still messing with Mamé or not. To be completely honest, if I was, Peaches wouldn't even be in the picture anymore. I think she knows that, that's why she's acting the way she is. I don't know what made her think that we were still together, but whatever it is needs to go away. I'm already having difficulties explaining to other bitches that I'm not with them, and it's all strictly dickly.

I unlocked my front door to my new crib in San Jose. It's big as hell, even though I really didn't need all this space for just me and Kj when he was over here.

I'm making so much money by just saying shit into a mic, it's ridiculous. Since I got all these blue faces, I don't even check price tags when I cop shit. If I want it, Ima have it.

I went up the large flight of stairs and up into my room to put my shit down and roll up. I kicked my Forces off and unzipped my grey Nike hoodie, laying back into my bed.

I pulled out the pre rolled blunts from my pocket that I was extra careful with so I wouldn't fuck them up while moving around. I grabbed my lighter off my nightstand and lit it.

I pulled out my phone again and scrolled through IG, ignoring all the likes and comments I was getting from a recent picture of myself. I swear, all these bitches really love me. Talking about how they wanna have my baby and more shit. I'm really that nigga, because I can really have any bitch I want.