A behind-the-scenes look at how one of Hip Hop's power couples, Big Latto and Trina interact with their friends and family and, most of all, work towards preparing to have another child.
Started February 7, 2023
Published February 9, 2023
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Moving into my new home in Entrada Estates was a milestone I'd been dreaming about for a while. This gated waterfront community near Coconut Grove has breathtaking views of downtown Miami and Biscayne Bay, the kind of setting that inspires creativity and relaxation.
My name is Lamontae, but you might know me as Latto, or as Trina and Big Latto's daughter. After years of hustle and grind, I'm finally back in Miami, not just to reconnect with my roots, but to work on my debut album with some of the hottest producers in the city.
As I stood on my new front porch, I took a moment to soak it all in. The soft sound of the waves lapping at the shore, the palm trees swaying gently in the breeze, and the vibrant energy of Miami all wrapped around me like a warm embrace. I wanted to create a good vibe here, a sanctuary where I could focus on my music while feeling grounded with family nearby.
"Lamontae, you still ain't done unpacking," my mother, Trina, said as she pulled up in her SUV, my father Lamonte better known as Big Latto right behind her. Her voice carried that familiar mix of concern and playful annoyance that I knew all too well.
"She's just like her mother," my father, Lamonte chuckled, shaking his head in amusement as they both approached.
Trina rolled her eyes but didn't respond, instead focusing on me with her hands on her hips. I smiled, feeling the warmth of their presence.
"Hi, momma, pops. Some of my more personal stuff just got here," I said, gesturing to a couple of boxes that had just been unloaded from the moving truck.
Trina immediately grabbed a small box from the ground, a determined look on her face. "I don't know why you couldn't just live with us," she said, starting to walk toward the house.
"Momma, I already told you why I ain't living with y'all," I replied, following her inside as Lamonte carried in another box.
We made our way into the living room, setting the boxes down at the bottom of the stairs. It was a spacious area with large windows letting in the golden Miami sunlight, and I could already picture how I wanted to decorate it.
