Deetra

31.

| Jamon in the MM |

Deetranada P.O.V

"I honestly don't expect y'all to know who Lil Snupe is. But you know my family originates from The Boot so you know I be there from time to time, therefore, I'm a Louis-More Boy." Jamon said.

"Did this nigga just mix Louisiana with Baltimore? Nigga what?" Key said.

"Right, fuck is a Louis-More?" I asked.

"Leave me alone," He laughed, "the friends and cousins I got there know how to show a brother a good time. They used to play Snupe all the time down there, before and a lil after he died. He ain't forgotten though."

All of us, except Sage, were in the studio. I had just released a song and it was really getting out cause of Ann advertising it on her social media pages. I had a SoundCloud, so yeah, I was a SoundCloud rapper, which there's nothing wrong with unless you're in your 30s still pursuing a SoundCloud career that's not getting anywhere.

"You see, I heard of him, but I ain't never listened to him." Lorenzo said.

"Well you need to. I'mma play one of his songs." Jamon said scrolling through his phone.

"But you know my baby Joey album came out so you know I had to give that a listen." I said.

"Badass?" J.I. asked.

"Nah, Joey from Full House." I said.

"Nah, Joey from Full House." He mocked me.

"You must love the letter J. Every nigga you have interest in these days starts with J. Fuck is your deal with the letter J?" Key asked putting emphasis on the letter J.

Joey, Juan, Jamal from Empire, and a known favorite, Jamon, I guess I do love them J names, especially J-

"Aye, Dee, what you want from Popeyes?" Jamon asked interrupting my thoughts with his eyes glued to his phone.

"Some mild chicken tenders with, some uh," I thought for a moment, "some mashed potatoes."

"Drink and Sauce?" He asked.

"Sprite - no ice, honey, and whatever other sauce."

"Before I leave, lemme play this Snupe song." He said.

He played a song called "Melo" by Lil Snupe.

"This shit fye." Key bobbed his head to the beat.

Then Ann got out of the booth and heard the song.

"What are you playing?" She asked looking over his shoulder.

"Snupe." Jamon answered.

"He sound good, are you leaving yet?"

"Yeah, what you want."

"Chicken thighs and the fries with lemonade. I don't care what sauce you get me as long as you get honey." She said.

He nodded. "I'm just a nigga from the ghetto, but now I'm in the game and I'm ballin' like I'm Melo." He mumbled before pausing the song and walking out of the studio.