till death do us part ( Book 4)

chapter 18

AUGUST POV

Today is the day we heading back home we all packed our bags and headed to the airport when we got there I found out chris had the same flight so of course we sat together and talked real nigga shit k and the kids slept most of the flight

5 HOURS LATER

We fianlly reach home and my ass was tired as hell tomorrow I had a studio session to tweak a couple of things on my new single im bout to put out and plus I gotta see sevyn tomorrow about this song we gonna do I guess

THE NEXT DAY

I got up and did my hygiene stuff I thought k would be cuz the kids gotta go to school but knowing her she probably letting them stay home but I woke her up away its funny cuz k likes her sleep and she hates being woken up

Kmichelle : this shit better be important if u waking me up

August : u letting the kids stay home today

Kmichelle : duh nigga if I aint get up what u think

August : maybe u overslept

Kmichelle : nigga get out so I can back to sleep

I left but then I heard her call my name

August : yeah bae

Kmichelle : where the fuck u going early this morning anyway

August : to the studio

Kmichelle : alright well I can't make it to the one with the hoe cuz mel and Melanie got a doc appointment today

August : alright thats cool

AT THE STUDIO

[Verse 1]
I came from drop tops and old school Chevy's
Dope boys rollin' through, shittin' on ya heavy
Fifteens in the trunk beatin' down your block
Only 4 years old when Biggie got shot
I remember playing on the block, hanging on the block
Young niggas slanging on the block, getting off them rocks
Now we livin' better now, Coogi sweater now
Weather still getting colder, we could change the weather now
But I...

[Pre-Hook]
Came up in criminal days
Living these criminal ways, what can I say
Hugging the block every day
Grindin' and making a way
And that I pray, for better days
That it don't be the same tomorrow
Now I celebrate my sorrows with this bottle
And say

[Hook] x2
(Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey)
I pray for more better days
(Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey)
I know that I can feel change

[Verse 2]
Everyday ain't good but everyday ain't bad
Mama always said show thanks for what you have
Boy never forget to realize you're blessed
This cold world can rot you if you let it
Now I'm out here tryna get it, really out here tryna get it
Always knew that I would make it, maybe it was so prophetic
Cause I came from the bottom and the humbleness beginnings
From the youngest nigga grindin' to the youngest nigga wining

[Pre-Hook] + [Hook] x2

[Verse 3]
'Fore you die you make your mark and reach new levels
Want the bread, want the diamonds and the bezels
And if these bitches that you want, have several
Just gotta know, lotta shit's temporary
It won't last, no, no, it won't last, no
Meaning it til' here
Next thing you know it's all gone
That's why I been on my grizzy outchea
Long as I grind, better days are near

[Pre-Hook] + [Hook] x2

I was just finished my new single called hip hop when sevyn walked in dame she look good idk why she keep coming around me with these little ass clothes on

Sevyn : (hugs august) wasup august

August : wasup

I guess she caught me looking cuz she said something

Sevyn : u like what u see

August : umm ......

Then she straddle me

Sevyn : what u speechless now baby oooo I see im getting u hard

August : look sevyn u need to get off me this is just bisness

Sevyn : ooo baby bisness can be mixed with pleasure

August : no no why are u doing this don't get me wrong u a beautiful sexy female and trust and believe I love for us to do this but....

Sevyn : so why not

August : cuz u know I have a wife and kids

Sevyn : that never stopped u before cuz u cheated on her before

August : cuz its different im a one man women now so get off me

Sevyn : fine August but ur regret this

August : yeah whatever

Sevyn : see u next week

August : yeah maybe