A Hustlers Prayer: Tyga Love Story

A Huslters Prayer- Flashback.

[Michael]

The knocking on my door caused me to stir in my sleep. I turned over ignoring the sounds , hoping they'd get the fucking hint and get off my damn doorstep.

"Tyga I know you in there." The loud familiar voice echo through my Condo. "Open this Damn door."

I snatched the covers off my body with an attitude then slipped on some basketball short to open the door.

"Tylia the fuck is you beating on damn door for this earlier in the morning?" I yelled wiping my eyes to adjust to the sunlight that greeted my face.

"Nigga It's 1 o'clock in the afternoon." Tylia said pushing me out of the way and into my house.

I closed the door then rubbed my hands up and down my face. I pulled a job last night after I dropped Aubri off and I'm tried as fuck. I didn't feel like hearing Tylia mouth right now.

"Man Tylia I'm not tryna hear yo' bullshit right now." I said exhausted. "I'm tired and you come over bitching."

She popped her lips then threw her her hand on her hips. "Tyga don't fucking start with me."

As tempted as I was to call her out her name I didn't because she's Chyna sister so I let it slide but the next the time she come out the side of her neck I won't hesitate to go the fuck off.

"I'm really tryna be nice right now so tell why the fuck you beating on my door for?" I asked through clench teeth.

"Who is this bitch you got running around town with you?" Tylia asked with an attitude.

"The fuck you all in my business for anyways?"

"Damn my sister ain't been in the ground 2 years yet before yo ass start hoeing around." Tylia looked at me in disgust. At the slightest mention of Chyna's name made my blood boil.

"Tylia leave now."

"Why so you can bring that bitch around the house you and my sister started together. So she can take her place?"

"Get out!" I could feel the veins in my neck start popping out and my face began to burn with pure rage. How dare this bitch walk into my house talking bold an shit.

"Don't let me find out who the bitch is cause I already can't stand yo' for what you did to my sister." she spoke with venom sipping through her word as she walked out of the door, slamming it as she left.

I'm so pissed off, I took the closest thing to me which is a picture of me ans my mother When I was young and threw it against the wall. The glass shattered onto the floor cracking down the middle. I went to my room lit a pre-rolled blunt from my dresser then laid across my bed letting my mind wonder.

::1 year ago::

"How could say your pregnant this heathens baby." Chyna's mom screamed after she told her we were having a child.

"Malaya I told you being this thug was not a good idea and look at yourself." Her father shook his head. "What kind of example are you setting for your sister."

"Tylia has nothing to with this." Chyna cried.

"You're just another statistic Malaya. When we've given you everything you could've asked for and you go out and do something stupid."

Chyna cried on my shoulder so I felt now was the time to say something because I'm tired of them always having some disrespectful shit to say about our relationship.