Chapter 6

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Xavier house(MM)
Xavier POV-

Today I'm chilling at my crib thinking about Carter and how she would deal with the fact tha I'm a drug lord. Until my thoughts got cut off cuz I got a call from my trifling baby mama

(Convo starts)

Me: "Hello"

Her: "When am I getting my money?"

Me: "That's all you worried about. What you needa do is get a job and spend time with your son"

Her: "I do have a job"

Me: "Hoeing around ain't no damn job"

Her: "And I can't spend time with him if I don't have money"

Me: "You're just a gold digger anyways. Go get one of your fuck niggas to give you some money cuz this nigga ain't doin' it. Put my son on the damn phone mane..."

Her: "Whatever"

I wait for a few then he answers the phone

Him: "Hello"

Me: "Hey man how are you?"

Him: "Dad I miss you. I want to live with you. I don't like it here"

Me: "I'm trying mane I really am"

Him: "Can you come get me, please?"

Me: "You know what. Yeah. Pack you some clothes"

Him: "OK. Love you dad"

Me: "I love you, too. I'll see you when I get there..."

Him: "OK"

( End of convo )

I got up from the couch and grabbed my key to my Mercedes Benz and left to go the get my son from his trifling mama house. My song came on. So I had to turn up one time for the one time

[Verse]

In Truey, I'm some hot nigga

Like I talk to Shyste when I shot niggas

Like you seen him twirl then he drop, nigga

And we keep them nine millis on my block, nigga

And Monte keep it on him, he done dropped niggas

And Trigger he be wilding, he some hot nigga

Tones known to get busy with them Glocks, nigga

Try to run down and you can catch a shot, nigga

Running through these checks 'til I pass out

And shorty give me neck 'til I pass out

I swear to God, all I do is cash out

And if you ain't a ho, get up out my trap house

I been selling crack since like the fifth grade

Really never made no difference what the shit made

Jaja taught me flip them packs and how to maintain

Get that money back and spend it on the same thing

Shawty like the way that I ball out

I be getting money 'til I fall out

You talking cash, dog, I goes all out

Shorty love the way that I floss out

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