I'm so stingy with your love I'm so stingy with your love She just like my favorite drug Stingy with your love
𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓
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𝐋𝐎𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒, 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝟑𝐫𝐝, 𝟏𝟎:𝟑𝟒 𝐚𝐦
|| This is the last little hurdle || — 𝐒𝐘𝐑𝐄
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"In this game, trust ain't just a word; it's a lifeline," Syre spoke, his voice low, steady. He took a slow pull from his wood, the faint glow from the ember casting fleeting shadows across his face. "You think loyalty is about words? Nah, lil nigga. It's about actions. About consistency. About weathering storms that most people would run from."
He leaned forward, locking eyes with the boy. "Amerie? She ain't never been just some 'ride or die.' She's my foundation. My partner. She didn't just hold me down when it was easy—she held me down when it hurt, when it cost her somethin' too."
The boy he spoke shifted uncomfortably, his gaze darting to the floor. Syre smirked, recognizing the look despite the fact the boy remained silent with nothing to say. "You probably think you know loyalty. Think you got someone on the outside who's solid. But let me tell you somethin'—you don't know until you've been tested. And trust me, this place? This life? It'll test everything."
He sat back, exhaling a cloud of smoke, watching it curl lazily toward the ceiling. "My old bitch Makayla? Back then, I doubted her. Not 'cause she wasn't solid, but 'cause I wasn't solid myself. And when you ain't secure in who you are, it's easy to think everyone's out to get you. You'll sabotage your own blessings, kid. That's why I'm telling you now—figure out who you are. Lock in with yourself before you expect anyone else to lock in with you. That bitch did end up wronging me with the skeletons in her closet, but that point still remain."
The boy nodded slowly, as if trying to process the weight of Syre's words.
"You got people outside waiting on you?" Syre asked.
The boy hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah. My girl, my baby and my moms."
"Good," Syre said, his tone softening. "Hold onto that, but don't expect 'em to carry you. You gotta carry yourself first. Be the man they can trust, the one they can bet on. And if your girl can't hold you down, then she ain't the one. But if she can? Don't play with that. Don't take that for granted. 'Cause good women? They rare out here. And once they gone, they gone."
Syre flicked the ash from his wood, his eyes distant now, lost in thoughts of the life he was building for when he got out. "Learn the game, but play it smart. And don't let it play you."
