*fake lyrics I made up, don't dtm on me cause I'm not a song writer*
Bitches like you is the reason why I kill shit
I'm ruthless, you clueless, imma put you on the news bitch
Ya mans say my pussy good, he like this new shit
And like Tupac bitch, that's why I fucked ya nigga
Roger paused the music, shaking his head. "That shit cold." He said turning towards Nay who sat beside him.
"That shit really is cold." He repeated making her laugh.
"Foreal? Whatchu think CiCi?" She asked looking back at Constance.
"Bitch, lemme tell you that song make me wanna smack a bitch for no reason." Constance told her, laughing.
"Honestly, you had no business going hard like that." Roger told Nay, shaking his head.
"Thank y'all. I only went hard cause of some hating ass hoe I was arguing with on Facebook. Let that bitch know I fucked her nigga." Nah said, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
"Ooh, cause you petty for that." Constance said and she chuckled.
"Unfortunately it was one of Jayden baby moms, sooo." Nay dragged and Constance eyes widen.
"Mhm, I knew y'all fucked. Y'all weren't slick at all."
"It was one time thing..." Nay paused, twisting her lips to the side. Her and Constance started laughing.
"Nah, it was more than once but it's no biggy. Anyway, when can we have this out son?" Nay asked Roger, he hummed thinking of an answer.
"Well, you finished the song and I gotta fix it up a little. So, imma say this Friday it can be out for sure." He answered and she nodded her head.
"Two days from now." She mumbled to herself, biting the inside of her lip. "You think I should push it back just a little?" she asked Constance.
"No, you release it on Friday then you have the whole weekend to see if people fuck with it. Plus, your song is like one of them bad bitch songs, so all my baddies need to hear this." Constance answered making Nay smile.
"Aight, Roger can we have it up on Friday?"
"Of course shorty, I gotchu."
"Thank you so much." She squealed, giving him a hug. "I'm finna be making that bread." she exclaimed dancing.
"Let's go celebrate mamas." She grabbed Constance hand, helping her up.
"Bye Roger."
"Nice meeting you." Constance wave at him.
Roger bite his lip, staring at Constance ass as they walked out. "Goddamn."
"Cold as hell." Constance said, sipping up her jacket.
"Honestly, don't know why our black asses even walked." Nay said and Constance laughed as they started walking.
"It was faster no lie. But, are you happy about your song boo?" Constance asked nudging her with her hip.
Nay smile, "Yes, I'm happy. Making music for my baddies." she said twerking.
"Imma be bumping ya music all damn day. Demi gonna hate me."
"All men in relationships gonna hate my music cause imma let their girl know that she a bad bitch and she don't need a nigga."
"And that's on god."
*
"Thank god I got all my shit out and we're done." Remy said as him and Demetrius unpack the boxes.
"So, y'all finally done?" Demetrius asked and Remy nodded his head.
"Yes, the divorce was finalized faster than I thought. Got my money and now I'm in my new place. Go me!" Remy exclaimed, Demi nodding his head.
"Ooh Jesus, this the last of it." Octavia said as she walked in with a box. She placed it on the counter then opened it and started looking through it.
"Look baby, I found your drawing book. You use to draw all the time." Octavia said, sliding the notebook to him. Demetrius picked it up and started flipping through it seeing all the drawings he drew when he was younger.
"I remember you got suspended from school for drawing guns. That right there should've told me about your future. Drawing guns leads to you actually doing gang shit." Remy remarked, shaking his head.
"Yeah, well I said I'm not doing gang shit anymore pops so there's no need to keep mentioning it." Demetrius said somewhat smartly as he kept looking at his drawings.
"Don't get smart boy, but I'm wondering why the hell you even joined such thing. Your life wasn't that hard for you to go straight to a gang." Remy continued, Octavia look up at him then Demetrius.
"It wasn't like I had a choice really. I basically was forced to join by someone." He said and Remy scoffed.
"You should be a leader and not a follower. It must've been one of your friends that made you join. You hear this Octavia?" Remy asked and she nodded her head slowly.
"You'll be surprised who actually forced me to join, but I know they only did it to protect themselves and me."
"Whether someone made you or not, you don't need to be in something like that. No need to be throwing your life away just to make quick money."
"I agree, but I'm sure whoever forced you to join is sorry for doing such thing. I'm sure they didn't want to, but had no other choice." Octavia said and Demi scoffed.
"Yeah, well that person never gave me a proper apology but it's aight cause I'm over it. They had to do what they had to do right?" He asked looking at her.
Octavia swallow the huge lump in her throat. "Right." she answered.
"I'm just glad your out of the streets. Octavia, you know a good place to get furniture?" Remy asked, changing the subject.
As they started talking, Demi tuned them out still looking throwing his notebook. His phone vibrated and he took it out his pocket, answering the call. There was deep breathing on the other end and Demi quickly hung up, not in the mood.
"Why you so moody, baby boy?" Remy asked, noticing Demetrius vibe was off.
"Nothing, I'm going home. I'll see y'all." He said getting up then left.
Remy frown once he heard the door close. "What's wrong with our baby?"
"Not sure." Octavia muttered. "But, when did you find out about Demetrius and his situation?" she asked curious.
"Oh, this man came to the house and he told me just before I went to get Demi from the police station. I feel like he's using that 'someone focused me to' excuse so I don't go off on his ass. I refuse to let him throw his life away." Remy answered.
"Right, but I don't think it was an excuse. Someone probably did force him to join."
"I doubt it."
"You never know."
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