Self Righteous (Bryson Tiller) *FAST UPDATES*

6 - Is she gon pop

"Her momma went to college but yet her father was hustlin'
Found it funny 'cause now they daughter is stuck-in
A similar predicament, I'm askin' where her nigga went
She said your guess is good as mine." -J. Cole

Bryson.

I was sitting at the bar with my bro Travis as he ranted about his baby momma. It was always something with them, and they were always on, and off.

I found it hilarious, cause the stories this nigga told me were crazy.

"She told me to leave only because I ain't change my daughter diaper right..it was my first time man, and she asked me to do it and she wasn't even gon help a nigga what she expect?" He said sipping his beer, and shaking his head.

"How you change a diaper wrong my nigga?"

" I was rushing, She came downstairs and it was water all over the floor and shit, and lil mama was having a fit."  He said shaking his head.

"Can't be that hard."

"That's what I thought too. Wait til you have one of your own. Moral of the story is she put me out so I'm staying with my step sister right now..But I plan to handle all that later..if you know what I mean."

I chuckled, "You wild as shit bro."

"If you say so. But what's with you and shawty?"

"Nothing man, We had to take her in the hospital today to get surgery. Her surgeon is my ex from high school."

"Bro, are you serious?" I nodded my head.

"Yup. The last time I seen her was in my hometown." I said scratching my head.

"Forreal?"

"Yeah bro, shit wild."

"What Melissa say?"

"She asked a bunch of questions, and she think I'm still diggin her but I'm not." I said truthfully.

Heaven didn't deserve me, and I ain't live up to her. I never did and that's why I don't want her anymore. She deserves somebody smart with a good head over there shoulders. Not my bum ass.

"What she look like Bruh?"

"She mixed with Puerto Rican, and black. She thick in the right places, and she short."

"Oh, that's wassup. You talked to her?"

"A lil bit when we took her home one day in the rain cause her tire was flat but that's it. Melissa would have a fit if I got her number or some shit cause of her personal issues. But I do want to catch up some more." I admitted.

"Just do it my nigga. She don't have to know I feel like she got you wrapped around her fingers."

"Shit she got me wrapped around her fingers and her toes cause she take care of me in all ways. I ain't losin that." I smirked.

Trav shook his head at me, and looked off.

"What?"

"Dude.. no offense, I like Melissa and all but she's a stripper. Don't that shit bother you? And she take care of you like you her child and your a grown man. It's supposed to be the other way around my nigga."

I chuckled, "Don't be mad cause Masika put you out, that's not my fault you can't get a girl like mines."

"Ain't nobody mad bruh, I just feel like you using that girl so you don't have to be a man and of course she gon do whatever you ask her to cause her self esteem. I kind of feel bad for shawty a lil bit."