You was made for me
Yeah but all you do is take from me
All you bring around is hate for me
I don't think you safe for me
I'm fucked up but you was made for me
- MajorNine
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Nicki Pov:
"I told that hoe I was married and got the fuck on." Beyoncé told me the story again, I just loved hearing how she was turning down bitches for me.
"As you should." The audacity of these bitches is starting to get out of hand.
"Now, let's talk about the guys you were with." Bey put air quotes around the guys before flipping the pancake she was cooking.
"Why you making it sound like that? I was literally banging and shooting dice with the gang." It was something about a bad bitch that hood niggas felt the need to protect and make sure we're comfortable.
We never made it inside the club before Lauren was being harassed by some corny ass nigga. That caused some real niggas to put a stop to it, and they made it their business to be our personal bodyguards. Next thing I knew we were sitting on the back of a truck listening to music incriminating stories chilling as they shot dice.
"Because if I was hanging out with a group of females, it'll be a problem." A big one.
"That's different, them boys weren't even worried about me." We were just adding on to their already good vibes.
"That friendly shit ain't gone cut it." Friendly? I didn't think I ever gave that. "Don't do shit you don't want me doing." I hate that she gained common sense out of nowhere.
"Ok sorry." Clearing my throat, I apologized. Beyoncé was right, and I definitely preached on something like this before. I couldn't even argue with her If I wanted to. "So... last night you seemed a bit off." I could tell she had a lot on her mind, and whatever it was just came about. Not to mention, she came back with an extra phone.
"It's always some something." Bey let out a small chuckle as she continued making our breakfast.
"It's not another baby, is it?" I just don't have the energy for that again.
"Girl no this some other shit."
"Some illegal shit?" Maybe I could muster up a bit of energy for that baby.
"Yep." Beyoncé spoke with the least bit of excitement.
"No." That lifestyle wasn't even her anymore, she had grown out of it. The clothing store her and Quan owned was doing numbers, selling hundreds of pieces online and in the store. They were even planning to open more stores in the surrounding cities.
"Honestly, I like where I'm at right now. I've been chilling." If that's the case, then she wouldn't even be considering it. "My uncle asked me, and I don't mind making more money." She shrugged, stirring the egg mixture.
