10 #2
At the time we was staying with Big Momma and his crackhead ass momma dropped him off one day and said she'd be back; hoe never came.
They found her in a ditch a few days later, she had overdosed on the very product that nigga sells now.
I hated that nigga because everybody seemed to show him special attention just because of the shit like the nigga ain't have a pops.
Then to make matters worse, that bitch nigga always swears he got it out the mud but the nigga daddy stayed sending money for him and buying him clothes and shoes.
That nigga ain't get shit out no fuckin mud.
I don't give a fuck if he turned a few hundred dollars into a couple thousand dollars.
Somebody still gave his ass the hundred, ole spoon fed ass nigga.
I really did get it out the mud to buy my first brick to start selling work.
Well, technically this lil bitch I was fuckin with gave me the bread but still I had to put up with that nagging hoe until I got the shit.
I was young as fuck at the time, barely eighteen, meanwhile she was twenty three with a good ass job.
However, once I finally got the money from her ass and hopped off the porch, it was only up from there.
I built this shit brick by brick, ain't nan nigga ever gave me shit.
Having gotten my breathing together, I sat up and stood to my feet as I pulled my pants up just as Denim's ass walked up on me. Noticing that she was tryna give me a kiss, I sidestepped her ass, causing her to almost fall.
"Well, damn. All I was trying to do was give you a kiss, geez," she said.
"Naw, shawty, I'm good on all of that," I said, grabbing my keys, preparing to dip out.
"Whatever," she said, folding her arms. "So that's how it is? You gone come over here, get your nut off, and dip like I'm a hoe out the club?" Denim said.
"You said it, not me." I said.
"Camron, I swear to God—" she said as I cut her off.
"Swear to God what?" I said, turning around and looking at her ass.
She got quiet real quick. That's the thing about Denim.
She talked hella shit but she also knew exactly how far the leash went, and I had shortened it up considerably since that day at her house when she had intentionally told my ass to stop by knowing Journi was there.
"Nothing," she said.
"That's what I thought." I said.
"When will I see you again?" she asked.
"You'll see me when you see me like it's always been," I said walking towards the front door. This was the first time I've given her ass the dick since she blew up, so I guess it had her feeling herself.
"Nigga you got me all the way fucked up. You said that you wanted your family and was working shit out so we could be together. Yeah I set the shit in motion but hell you clearly never would have since you was taking your damn time. Now Journi not in the picture, it's just me you and Ashton.
Now what your excuse is, cuz you really got me fucked up if you think you gone pick yet another bitch over us. That hoe Stacy still been running round telling everybody that you her man. So what it is?"
She asked me with her hands on her hips.
"I need a bitch by my side who is loyal, and who pussy ain't friendly. You think I don't know you been giving that pussy up?" I said.
"Nigga what the fuck that posed to mean? Cuz I'm fucking one person and this pussy very exclusive. Meanwhile, your dick for everybody, it clearly only takes a smile and wave to talk you out the dick," Denim said as I ignored her ass and walked out the door.
I had already gotten what I've came for so the small talk was irrelevant to me.
Hoe should have stayed her dumb ass in school cuz clearly she wasn't very bright if she thought I was ever planning on wifing her ass.
I had said fuck the baby as well but I'd since had a change of heart.
I loved the fuck out of my son, and after I got everything squared away in the streets, I'd find him a suitable mother cuz the one he got was on her way out.
Bitch thought she could play me but I was playing chess while her dumb ass was playing checkers.
I knew shit she thought I didn't know, like the fact she hired them dumb ass niggas to run down on Reaper's grand opening.
Every job isn't for every nigga, some niggas can lead, while others are born to be followers forever.
And, the thing with lame ass bitch niggas like the ones she hired is, you dangle that much money in front of noodle eating, government cheese getting muthafuckas, and they gone tell everybody they fuckin know.
Especially since that would have been the most money they'd ever seen in their life.
One of the niggas Freddy, fuck with a lil bitch I used to fuck with.
He was bragging to the hoe tryna flex like he was really him.
Ole weak ass nigga ran down the whole play to the bitch even down to who hired them.
Not knowing his bitch is a hoe I cut off who would sell her momma out just to get put back on my roster of hoes.
And, like I said everybody knew I fucked with Denim, so naturally the hoe couldn't wait to run and tell me what she'd heard.
I thanked the hoe for the news by letting her suck my dick, then put two bullets in her dome.
Loose lips sink ships, and if the bitch was quick to tell me what she knew, who knows who else the hoe would run her mouth to.
I didn't give a fuck bout protecting Denim, I had my own agenda, and that had given me the perfect opportunity to carry out my shit.
As dumb and sloppy as my baby momma was, I had no doubt that nigga Reaper would find out it was her ass and more than likely kill her ass which was fine by me.
I should have did the shit myself but killing my son's mother didn't sit right with me.
But I definitely didn't plan on letting the shit slide either when the nigga got at her ass.
Fuck I look like letting a nigga kill my baby momma and not sliding bout it.