Trap Queen

Me and him. Him and me.

For the last 9 months that's how it been and I like it. Even though he has no food, barely any clothes, no money, and he lives in a dirty ass apartment with a matress with no bed set, I still love him and care for him deeply. He's sweet, funny, and ambitious so we just click. We're not together but a title couldn't make us anything more or less.

Because he has no tv in his room, as we laid on his bed, we stared at the ceiling talking about our future together.

"We gon have a big ass house, with about 8 bedrooms, a few cars parked in the garage" he said playing with my nappy reused weave.

I grew up from the slums. It's either hustle or fail. Every night I struggled to find a meal for my little sister to at least go to sleep with something on her stomach, and that something would have to last until the next night, so you know I barely ate. I ain't have shit until I started working, but I quit when my mama dipped out on us, it was just me and my sister left to raise ourselves. One day I came home from a quick trip to the store and my house was burned down. The officers found as body but it was too burnt for anybody to identify her.

"I want me a black on pink Lambo with my name in the seats, and sorround sound coming from my trunk and I want an all black navigator." I said adding on to his story.

"How would you feel about me trapping?" He asked and for a second he had me thinking.

As his whatever I am, I should want what's best for him. Selling drugs would benefit him, take him from all his financial stress but it could end him up in jail.

"As long as you cool with me doing the same thing then I'm cool with it"

"You gon be my lul Trap girl" he said causing me to laugh.

3 years later

I woke up to my phone going ham just vibrating back to back letting me Know I got messages and was getting them out the ass. I ignored it as I rolled out of bed and into the bathroom to shower.

My name is Taysia "Juice" Beckum. 5'5 supah fly, ask somebody -Boosie. I'm 100% black so I got that black girl booty, I'm not fat but I ain't starving either, I got meat. My eyes are a perfect brown to go with my caramel mocha skin. My hair not short, but I keep it in freshly done weave for less struggle with my Nigga hair in the morning.

As soon as I stepped out the shower I came face to face with the Nigga I fell in love with and after 3 years, none of the love faded. Tyshawn.

"goodmorning baby" he said bending down to kiss me softly and I instantly got wet.

"Goodmorning" I said seductively then grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me then walked out.

"You just gon leave me like that" he yelled from the bathroom causing me to laugh.

I didn't respond as I walked over to my closet to find something to wear. Finally I settled with gray leggings, a white fitted vneck, a red Adidas hoodie, a white snap back with red marijuana plants, and my white fresh out the box Nike's.

If you haven't caught on, we made it! No more stressing, no more hurting, Nothing. I'm living lavish and I think I deserve it. Coming up from sleeping in an apartment with no air or bed to being able to wake up in a Bugatti. Well it's not mine, it's Tyshawn's but I can still wake up in it if I wanted to. Me and Tyshawn been grinding hard as fuck, but we ain't work for nobody. At first we started off small with just little bags here and there, then upgraded to pounds of weed, then we progressed to kilos out the ass until we finally was known as the plugs. We started getting connect after connect from everywhere. Cuba, Columbia, Cali, and Jamaica. For a 19 and 21 we doing good for ourselves and in just 3 years? Imagine how lavish we'll be in 3 more, fuck the bullshit.

After getting dressed I added some gold accessories to go with my brownish-gold purse with gold accessories on it. I let my long weave flow to my ass as I straightened it. By the time I was done getting ready, so was Ty.

"You ready?" He stated as I looked at him through the mirror.

"Yeah let's go" I said.

As he walked out, I followed suit as we made our way to the garage.

"Let's drive the Camaro" I said grabbing the key from the key tree.

"Why not the Bentley?" He stated.

"Why not the Bentley" I mocked and got in the driver seat of the CAMARO.

"You a dick you know that?" He asked once he got in the car.

"Ain't that why everybody love me?" I stated with a smirk as I pulled out the driveway.