For better or worst

Chapter two

BRANDON PROV CLYDE
Every since Krissy and her baby sister's moved in things been smooth she's been staying out of trouble which means not traping and she even enrolled in to collage which is what she need , she also needed a break so I was thinking my mom could meet Krissy and watch the twins while I take Krissy to dinner so I got up while the babies and krissy was still sleeping took a shower got dressed and headed to the barber shop.

I don't know why I came in this club with you, girl
Don't know why I came in with these diamonds on my chain
Surrounded by bad bitches I can't get 'em out my face
Maybe cause' a nigga handsome and wealthy
Is it cause a nigga cook like a professor
I don't know how you feel can you tell me
I won't know how you feel 'til you tell me
Is it cause a nigga handsome and wealthy
Is it cause I'm a star
It maybe could be my star status
I got my chain and ring
My Rolex watch it got 50 carat
It could be QC or even maybe it's me
It could be that 4 hour flight, shopping in Beverly
What's on your mind?
I'm not Ginuwine
Ain't tryna spend no time
I know my bitch she so fine
But I don't know what's on her mind
Gotta pay that cost to be a boss
I put on my Louboutins playing golf
Young nigga walking with Nina Ross
I'm dropping the bombs like Viet Cong
They say I'm picky cause all my bitches exquisite
I'm in some vintage Givenchy smokin' a Philly
The dope that I sell is the purest
The junkies they hit it, they scratchin' and itchin'
The flow that we killin', the flow that we spittin'
My nigga you know we invented it
Dripping in St. Louis, I'm a lunatic
I'm a Migo but my bitch an immigrant
I got the boot but no Timberland
I am the plug, you the middle man
I never leave my niggas starvin'
You niggas mistake me for Marvin
I got 15 bricks I'm finna drop
In there right next to that carbon

Is it my looks or is it my wealth?
Or is it the way that I carry myself?
Let me know I need some help
Don't keep that secret to yourself

I was on my way to the shop blasting my nigga migos " handsome and wealthy "
What up i said dapping Q up who was standing in the door way

"Wassup niqqqqaaa were you been"

Ctfu that nigga was silly i walked in saying waddup to everybody and waited on my nigga King to come he was always late for some shit but he the only one i let cut my hair . the shop was like every other day chilled back everybody knew everybody
" Wassup yall sorry im late "

" mannn shutup you aint sorry
a nigga name shawn said only half joking "

"yeah your right im always late "

"WE KNOW"

everybody said laughing , i swear king would be late for his on funeral if he could,but anyways " wassup " i said dapping him , me and king go wayyyyy back we been boys since we was young he use to be in the gang with me and chris , in fact he still in it , "nothing mane hustling times getting hard out here" "
"yeah i feel you" i said agreeing with him "but shap me up bruh" iight i got you so what you been up too "
"Man nun working taking care of chris baby manma tryna get her out the streets yakno ? " Yea man he would want this thats good you doing that you aint hit yet ? "
Nawl i aint hit she not that type of girl " i said trufuly "
" Seem like you falling but you sure you dont want to sell a couple of licks for ya boy ?
"Nawl im good i cant mess things up in my life "
"I understand not everyone got skills like you " he said finishing me up"
"True but aye ima catch you later " i said handing him the money and walking out. I aint gone lie i do miss the streets sometimes but i know i got something good for myself after all i am A NFL player now we got alot of money for each game we won and plus i promised my moms i would never be out here in these streets again .