Better Dayz: Lil Herb

Better Dayz: Chapter 8 (Part 1)

Herb Point of View

*Three Weeks Later*

Seeing my daughter kinda made me wanna change my ways, but I can't right now. As much as I want to, I still gotta make a way for me and mines.

Tiara got to come home yesterday. They kept her a lil longer than two weeks but she good now.

She look just like me and Tia. It's crazy g. Cause reality still haven't set in yet. I got a kid now. A real live breathin kid. That's crazy.

My Og been trippin even more about me bein in the streets but now it's worst. I mean she always be jumpin down my throat about it but damn.

I been outside ona block all mornin but now I'm bouta go see two of my favorite girls.

"Where you finna go?" Bibby asked.

"Tia crib. You tryna slide too?" I asked.

"Uhhh yeah." He said thinkin about it.

"Come on then." I said.

We walked down the block and it was kind bussin. Not too many people was out but it wasn't dry or none.

"Aye Herb Whatchu on boy?" This older dude said. I been knowin him since I was a shorty.

"Finna go slide on my baby moms. Why wassup?" I said still walkin.

"Never mind go head and take care of that. Wassup Bucks." He responded.

"Shiddd. Wassup Tyrone." Bibby said.

"Ight. Be safe y'all." Ty said.

"Aye you tryna hit the studio lata? I ain't been workin lately." I asked Bibby.

"Yeah. You know I ain't got shit to do." He laughed.

"Aye what happened with you and Tiffany?" I asked laughin.

Tiffany his bitch. As much as he don't admit it she is.

"That lil bitch retarded g. She think I be playin with her stupid ass." He laughed.

"What she do now?" I asked.

"She just be doin too much. The other day she put a picture of us that she took while I sleep on Instagram. You know how many bitches I lost that day man. A good five hoes cut me off." He said.

"Just let the hoes go bro." I said laughin. 

"I can't turn in my pimp card yet. I need more bitches."

"You just a hoe. A big dumbass hoe." I said when we got to the top of Tia porch.

"I ain't no hoe. I just got hoes." He laughed.

I started makin beats on the door.

"Herb!" I heard her mama yell. 

Her car must be in the back. If It woulda been on the street I woulda never did that.

"That wasn't me."

"Who was it?" She asked opening the door.

"Bucks." I said.

"Bibby don't bring yo high yellow ass ova here bangin on my door no more." She said lookin at him.

"Come on na. I ain't even touch the door. And I could Merch I didn't." Bibby said.

"Merch it right now?" I said.

"Big Merch. Now you Merch it." Bibby said.

"You goin to hell." I said laughin.