July 22nd, 2018
Zola was awaken by the sounds of music and was instantly confused. One thing you learn about Zola quickly is that you do not wake her up. She decided to get up since someone interrupted her sleep. Grabbing her scarf triggered her memory of last night making her feel for her frontal.
Now adding on to the list of things pissing her off, it was lifting. She stomped to bathroom following the sound of the music that awoken her, snatching back the shower curtains.
"Nigga you fucked up my lace!" Zola complained.
"Goodmorning to you too and okay whatever it cost I got you." Dave cooly responded.
Slowly closing the shower curtains, see, Dave never really stayed after he fucked, this was very new to him. For some strange reason he felt safe with Zola, something about her aura or maybe her spirit like his mom would say.
"Yeah I know you do the fuck." Zola scoffed.
Causing Dave to smack his teeth as Zola got her electric toothbrush & her toothpaste. They switched places as Zola got in the shower once finishing brushing her teeth and Dave put on the clothes he had on last night.
"Hurry up and get dressed so we can stop by my shit and go fix that bullshit" Dave ordered walking out her room.
Zola was taken a back, the last time she had been bossed around was maybe middle school. A nigga never talked to Zola in that manner, she never allowed it because she thought she knew everything. She knew that half of the niggas was in love with her and those feelings were never reciprocated.
Reason why being because Zola didn't know how. She didn't grow up with two loving parents she had one hardworking mother and a big brother who played no games when it came to Zola. Tough love was all she was given and even that she could barely reciprocate. Zola had love for mom, brother and bestfriend thats why her relationships never went anywhere.
Zola threw on a two piece Tommy Hilfiger outfit with sneakers and almost ran downstairs not just because Dave said so but because she didn't want to see Nas. She locked the door amd walked up to what she was guessing was Dave's two-seater. She slid in as Dave frowned shaking his head,
"What now?" Zola questioned growing frustrated.
"Ma, chill I just wanted to grab the door for you." Dave responded.
"What you wanna hear, you look choosy" Dave asked.
"Anything good I'm not picky." Zola shrugged pulling out her phone.
"Word? Tell me if this any good." Dave chuckled.
"I could see millions, billions
Foreigns, all that
I could see myself getting a lot of money
I could see the condo, Miami
I could see me in the sports cars
On 16 shots of brown at the sports bar
At 16, I was hiding report cards
Now I see myself getting where I'm going, no On Star
GPS for that money, got the directions
Monday night hit the strip joint and cop a section
Niggas ain't fighting no more, we got some weapons
Do it for the culture, I really come from the essence
Essence magazine, brown skin
Cousin from the heights, she told me got some pounds and
Said he out in Brooklyn, he be back up town around ten
Mad traffic in the crib going through it where housin'
If I get evicted, play my bitch crib
You don't want no drama, niggas pop up where your kids live"
