Prayers: An August Alsina Love Story

Studio Session

August's P.O.V.

Wake up feeling like fuck my life
Life's a bitch she better fuck me right
Lost my love in this losing game
When the feds came, its like I lost my wife
Nigga losing weight, as I'm losing time
See I took a loss, see I lost a mill then I lost my mind
Over compensating with them hoes, over compensating with them hoes
Over did it like its over time
Told her run the tab till she overdose
Alpina, Alsina, King Push like King Tut
Made niggas to your middle men
You get middle fingers, we don't give a fuck

"Damn man, that shit's hot!" Drake dapped me up as we took a break from recording. "The fans are really gone fuck with this." I sat back on the couch, taking a sip from my water bottle. "Hell yea brah, dat shit is lit."

"So what's up with you man? You good? Finally settled down?" Drake asked, peeking over the rim of his soda can at me. I laughed, it coming out as a sharp sound in the quiet room. "Da fuck I look like nigga? You know dat luh shit ain't for me. Besides, err'body can't have Jhene Aiko's fine ass."

A smile lit across Drake's face at the mention of his girlfriend. It was obvious that she made him happy, my nigga had even moved the shawty in with him. It was good to see my man happy. If I could find a jawn like her I'd probably be the same way, but bitches these days ain't none but hoes and tricks, and they come a dime a dozen.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I realized Drake had been speaking to me. "She's a sweetheart man, my god sister mean the world to me." Apparently I had a look of pure confusion on my face cause Drake rolled his eyes at me. "Nigga I was talking about Zayne." The name bounced around my head before I remembered. "Oh yea! That shawty yo Moms took in when you was younger." Drake nodded, showing me a picture of him holding a pretty baby girl with curly hair and a fine ass chocolate jawn next to him sitting on a couch. Damn man, Drake's "sis" could get the bidness fa'real. Shawty was thicker than a snickers and bad as fuck. "Dats her baby?" I asked, even though it was obvious to see. She was a exact copy of her momma, only a high yellow version. Hmm, the daddy musta been white or mixed. "Yeah that's little Carter." Drake said, smiling. "I'm glad Momma brought Zayne into the family. She the sister I always wanted and Carter's my life." I nodded, clapping him on the back. Talking about Zayne and Drake's niece made me think about my family and nieces..

"So wassup with Zayne? She's beautiful brah." I said, eyeing her and that picture again. Drake cut his eyes at me, assessing me. "She a student at Spelman; she smart as fuck man. Got goals and everything. Besides school, Carter, Mom, and me is all she got. She had a hard life." I thought about his words: so her baby daddy wasn't in her life? I don't really fuck with shawties who got kids but it's something about Zayne. "So Zayne.... she ain't got no nigga huh?" I asked quietly.

Drake shook his head, then his head snapped up and he looked at me. "You! Y'all are exactly what each other needs. I'm gonna hook y'all two up." My eyes widened. "Wait brah. Whatchu talm bout? Shawty don't even know me like dat." Drake smiled, standing up. "I know, so that's why I'm gonna get y'all to know each other. So don't make any plans for Saturday night okay? I'll let you know the details for y'all date by tonight." Without allowing me to interject Drake exited, leaving me to mull over what just happened. Shit man...what did just happen?