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“Promise me you will actually wait.” “Promise.”
“But let me make something clear. The shit I say in some of them raps ain’t for play-play. I really get down like that, baby. So mark my words, if you say anything to them two muthafuckas I just mentioned, I won’t hesitate to send you on a first-class flight to the upper room, aight?”
Nodding, Lequay said, “Look at bro maturing and shit. Back in the day, Couture would’ve been every bitch and hoe in the book for leaving or making you wait.”
“Seems like the nigga is always having a bad day when you’re around.”
If Cardi B could go from a Vine sensation to a Grammy award winning rapper, I knew damn well I could.
I left out, leaving Marley standing in the doorway, most likely about to cry with her crybaby ass.
“My love for you will never be some spontaneous shit. That’s gon’ be the one fucking predictable thing about me. That shit is fixed, unwavering, won’t ever change.”
“So I’ve been told.” “Who the fuck else said that shit?” I frowned. “Nobody, Khari, it’s a joke.” “Better be a fucking joke. You know I’m still not right in the head, so be easy on that joke shit.”

