𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹

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I hate lying nigga.

It all started with my daddy, maybe this was my karma for all the bogus shit my daddy did to my mom and other woman when he was younger.

None the less it was still my fault for getting involved, I knew he wasn't shit.

But since I didn't ask to be here, I can blame everything on them. None of this would have happened if it wasn't for my parents.

I should go blow up that nigga house up, right now.

Should I?

Yes.

No.

Maybe.

I don't know.

I should bust out his car windows.

Or pretend to be his dead homie and dm him on instagram and say "I'm alive, nigga."

Would that make me feel better? I don't know, but it's worth a shot.

I can't believe I care this much, I'm my daddy daughter I shouldn't be sad over a nigga.

Nigga going to have a whole family and I'm in the bed sad. He wasn't sad when he got that girl pregnant, so why should I be?

I should go start a family with another nigga, get married and run off to Jamaica.

Yes, that's what I'll do.

Until then city girls going to be up +1,000,000,000.

Watch this.

"You sure you good, Jj?" Tiara walked into my room as I watched Pride and Prejudice eating ice cream.

It's been 3 days since I found out about Jakari having a baby on the way and I haven't spoke to him since.

"Yea. Why wouldn't I be" I stated in a duh tone.

"Im capital P. People call me Pimp J, the fuck," I mugged.

"Last thing I give a fuck about is a nigga with a kid on the way," I further spoke.

"And I'm Beyoncé niece," She pierced her lips.

"Hoe fuck you," I laughed.

"But for real, you good," Tiara asked getting serious.

"I promise I'm not worried about a nigga that ain't good for shit but lies and dick."

"Period," Tiara co-signed.