She'll smuggle my drugs for a vacay Free Rio, pourin' up in the chain gang Rolls truck all brown like shit stain And my wrist all green like my watch fake My bankroll blue, it's a crybaby And my outfit uppin' the crime rate
𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓
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𝐋𝐎𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒, 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝟏𝟓𝐭𝐡, 𝟑:𝟏𝟒 𝐩𝐦
|| Let me know you gon hold me down || — 𝐒𝐘𝐑𝐄
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"Hello, my pretty girl." Amerie smiled down at Xenia, who stared up at her mother over the pink pacifier she sucked on gently. As she lay on her back in the backseat, her arms and legs flailed around, allowing Amerie to quickly change her diaper without cries or complaints.
Staring down at her daughter, who was freshly two months old, Amerie felt a slight disbelief at how quickly time was moving. In such a short span, she and Syre had expanded their family and deepened their union through marriage. She glanced up at her husband, whose eyes were focused on her and their daughter, despite his attention being occupied by whoever he was speaking to on the phone.
Amerie knew it had to do with business, just from the low tone he used and the frustration evident on his face, prompting her to roll her eyes. It seemed never-ending; she felt like she heard about it constantly, and it was even more annoying to be hearing about it in the presence of their daughters.
"Nigga, I don't give a fuck about that shit right now. I've got my girl and my little ones with me. Figure that shit out and leave me the fuck alone." He spat, just as Amerie picked up the baby to hold her close while helping both of them out of the car. "I'm sorry about—"
"It's fine." She quickly dismissed Syre before he could formulate some sort of excuse.
She was done bringing it up and throwing fits over what he did. It wasn't productive, and it did nothing. He wasn't stopping, and she accepted it. There wasn't much else she could do. She had all three of his biological children while knowing what he did, and she took his last name, fully aware of it.
Syre only nodded as he helped Malani out of her car seat, taking her hand since they only had their girls with them today. All the boys were with the grandparents, including Ezra, even though he couldn't participate in anything they would be doing.
As Syre held Malani's hand, she shyly hugged up against him once she recognized where they were going. She was a social butterfly when she wanted to be, but she was also very smart and understood what this moment meant. It was her turn to finally be in school, surrounded by all the other kids her age and those bigger than her that she had only ever seen at her brothers' and cousins' school events.
