With You

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They say love is pain and pain is love
I know ya Momma mad cause you talk to a thug
You think you know my type but you ain't got no clue
About what a real nigga like me do
I like to stack my bread and flip my chips
And I can change ya life if ya get wit Flip
I take private jets to Vegas, man
It's twenty bread each pick cause I'm major man
We can cruise the world in a Bentley Azure
But don't worry, the chauffeur open the door
You couldn't ask for more cause we got it all (we got it all)
Cause you my baby girl right?, right?
Sunshine
I can call you my baby boy
You can call me your baby girl
Maybe we can spend some time (some time)
I can be your sunshine!
I can call you my baby boy
You can call me your baby girl
Maybe we can spend some time (some time)
I can be your sunshine!
: Sunshine By Lil Flip

                              ~Kyan~
                 "It's about time you finally decide to drop by," my mama muttered. I smiled sweetly, but rolled my eyes as soon as she turned around. It seems like now every time I talk to my mom, it turns into an argument about Jeremiah. But how is it my fault that Ms. Lauren decided to get daddy back by fucking his right hand man? And I didn't even blurt it out, her big mouth best friend did. But of course, she cuts him slack because I started it. I'm starting to see why my daddy doesn't like him. She worships this man. He can do no wrong in her eyes.

                 "Where is my daddy?" I asked her. She led me into the living room where daddy and the boys were. "Hey daddy!" I squealed running to him. He stood up and opened his arms to me. I jumped into them and he picked me up squeezing me tight.

            "Awww! I missed my favorite girl in the whole wide world. Don't you ever stay away from me that long again," he mumbled. I smiled. I love my daddy. He ain't a hater like his wife. Actually he's worse than his wife which is why I haven't told him about Jah.

          "I won't. I just thought you were mad at me because of the dinner situation," I explained once he let me go. He chuckled sitting down and patting the spot beside him.

           "Kyan, I could never be mad at you about anything like that. Those people. They may be classified as family, but you are my daughter. You're the love of my life, second to your mother. I could never be mad at you about anything. Especially relating to anyone outside of our core seven family, you remember that."

           "Okay daddy, I'm sorry," I apologized.

          "I accept your apology, but if don't visit me for that long again, I don't know if I'll be able to forgive you," he teased. I smiled shyly.

           "So if Kyan second to mama, that must mean KJ third, Ky fourth, Kings you fifth, and I'm last," Baby King suddenly said.

             "That's not true. Y'all are not even in that category," daddy assured him.

             "Wow daddy, that makes me feel so much better," he shook his head.

             "Kadyn, you know better than anyone that you're supposed to love the women in your family differently."

             "I would have to disagree because you know y'all tried the tough love thing with your oldest son and he-"

          "Basically hated everybody in the house for like five years," Kingsley cut Kadyn off.

             "That was a totally different situation," mama butted in.

             "Was it really Lyric?" Bubba asked.