Too Low Speaks…
wearing your feelings on your sleeve. If you with her, you with her. I aint finna stand here and tell you that I’m respecting shit. Cause I don’t. In my eyes, she gone always be mine. So, the best you can do is hold her tight, and keep her in your sight. Cause I’m not sparing nobody.”
I nodded. “Okay. Fair enough.” I gripped my shirt, realizing that it was ripped.
“Yeah, nigga.” He nodded, as his nose bled. “Now, carry your ass back outside and do the walk of shame. Everybody gone see what you on. Had a whole army of niggas to ride out, cause you tender dicked. Make that shit make sense.”
“Yeah, okay. Imagine me worried about what them niggas got to say. This is bigger than a ego.”
He nodded. “I feel the same way. I got so much love for that girl that I’m letting her live her life, even if it aint with me. I’m fucked up about it, but I aint got it in me to hurt her. And for that reason alone, you got it, playboy.”
Too Low Speaks…
He’d pulled up with a whole army of niggas. So, if I killed the nigga, then I’d still have to deal with all them. It was a no-win situation, right then.
Stepping outside, after face, I saw that niggas already had their guns drawn, aiming right at me. Of course, my niggas were caught off guard, because we were all from the same hood, and there hadn’t been smoke before.
“Say, what the fuck?!” G-Lock, one of my niggas, shouted. “Is you niggas cool?!”
At least six niggas that had literally grown up with me, was outside, with guns, all because this nigga decided that he wanted my gal. Of all the bitches running around Houston.