Him 2: Problems

15.

Nicki

Sky dweller, check. Helicopter pad droppin off a body bag.

Money talk, guess I got the gift of gab.

Don't interject.

Don't intercept.

You aint on a jet.

You aint meet a bitch with this kinda money yet.

Yeah I got an audemar.

I aint set the time once.

And I know they say they shine.

I aint seen em shine once.

All these rappers is my sons.

And Im always 9 months.

Man, if this was baseball.

I aint let them slide once.

Do you see now?

You playin D now?

Oh, you wanna beat me, how?

Oh, you the number 1 draft in the league now?

Ride down ya block doors.

12 o'clock lambo the drop.

Bike niggas aint stoppin for a cop.

I got this shit locked tighter than a bear hug.

When them bitches rap, niggas need an ear plug.

I was just trying to get my mood right. I knew this heffa was gonna find some type of way to get at me. Also the low pro hoe from high school. I dont know who the third bitch is but she can get the works too.

Just breathe, I tell myself. Just breathe. Gotta handle this shit so that it don't turn left. Im mad at the fact they took out so many of my goons like what the hell?

I sucked on the joint keep for these moments. Im just waiting on two calls. One from them niggas saying they cleaned up and the other from my father. I hope he aint hear about this but Trey told Uncle Charles, who is in Miami, and he probably on the phone with my father telling him that they should have never left cause it was too early.

There was knocking on my door so I ignored it. If you aint call a bitch then don't come knocking on my door.

Just then my phone started ringing and Jacob's picture showed up. Why must he insist on adding to my problems? I only have one option: open the door before he uses his key.

I strolled to the door and groaned as I swung it open. "What?" He pushed past me and went straight for the kitchen.

"Damn Nicki!" I heard him say. He should've went in there. On the counter theres magnums uzi's and anything else that I can handle as far as weapons go. Then the blunts and other shit plastered everywhere. Large piles of money was just on the floor.

I stood there for a second realizing that he not apart of this side of my life. "Aint too sure you want to know bout this shit now are you? Jacob you need to leave." He picked up the one blunt I lit and took a long drag of it.

"Tell me." He said blowing out smoke. "Cause Im not leaving."

"Whatchu want to know?"

"Everything."