What is Love?

38.

The past few weeks have been aight. I'm back ta hustlin wit a clear head... Somewhat. I still gotta figure out how imma get out the game.

Ion wanna do this no mo, now that my daughter gon be in my life. She's already been beggin ta come down hea or fa me ta come up thea. She'on unda stand the process I have ta go through ta leave outta N.O., or how dangerous it is fa me ta bring ha down hea. So I'm not really tryin ta promise ha nothin, until it's really a done deal. Whetha it's me takin a flight or ha takin one. But I'll figure it out.

Movin on, shit been the same at the trap. Except fa Brainy idea, my niggas got busted, but luckily since the shit was in candy wrappas, it was easy fa our lawyer ta get the charges dropped. We'on even know how they got busted, they swore up and down they ain't sell ta no new person. Ion even care, I'm just glad they straight. They just can't go out on that corna right now, we need a lil mo time fa this ta die down.

Gotti called us last night, the last of TRE, is startin ta plot somethin. He not sure what it is, because ol boy ain't got it all figured out yet. I told Gotti he can come back, but he said he wanna find out a lil mo info. He know whea this nigga lay his head, so we got that info, as well as his trap house location.

Gutta want his brotha ta come back, and it's obvious. He come ta me, SG, or Loc tryin ta see if Gotti dun called. They twins, so they literally been ta getha since birth. He was happy ta know Gotti called last night, they even talked a lil bit.

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"MEETIN!!!" I yelled as soon as I walked in the trap. I waited for erybody ta come in befo I said anything. "This erybody?" They nodded or mumbled out a yeah.

"Aight, I know y'all prolly tied of these meetings, but y'all gon live. Anyway, 2 things. One, Rico brotha plannin some shit, so befo he get ta us, we gon get ta him. We gon do a raid as soon as we get some mo info from Gotti. Numba 2, afta this raid, I might be out fa good." It was hella shit said afta that.

"Why?" Was asked by damn nea all of em.

"I got a child by Baby Face, and she ain't bringin no child down hea when I'm around all'is on a daily. She not tryin ta have our child life at risk just because we share DNA. And in orda fa me ta be able ta see my baby, I pretty much gotta give this up."

"Let us talk ta Baby Face, we can't lose ya, boss." One of my niggas said, and the rest agreed.

"Ain't no talkin ta ha. She not the same person she was when she was down hea."

"Nah, its gotta be somethin you can do ta stay wit us, and still be able ta see ya baby."

"My baby can't even have my last name until I'm out."

"This fucked up, you ain't even wit Baby Face no mo and she still makin you do shit ya mama couldn't get you ta do." I laughed at that, cause it's true.

"I know that, but until you be in my situation, you won't unda stand."

"So what you gon do afta you out?"

"Open a legit business somewhea."

"Oh shit! Ghost goin professional." They started laughin. They really joked out ova this.

"Nah, but fa real, we support you. You fa eva family. You gave us all a way ta make money when times got hard fa us, and you been watchin our back since we proved our loyalty." My nigga, DJ spoke up.

"Bruh, you sure DJ, don't stand fa Drake, Jr. Emotional ass lil boy." Loc fa eva callin somebody Drake.

"You still cryin bout how yeen get that girl numba in Cali?" He shot back, and they laughed.