Premature

When I close my eyes, you are there.

When they open, I cannot tell

which parts of me are still mine

where you begin, I end.

Yo, but wait though. Tell me why my mother

had picked my brother up. I heard them in the other room.

Your mom's stay trying to block.

I'm like, hell no, I know this shit's not goin' down right now.

I wish my mother would, I'd be like "Bitch,

you're not telling me what to do." - Yeah, alright.

- This nigga stinks. - Who?

Him right here. I'm like, you know

you ain't put no deodorant on, so why you

grabbin' up on the pole like you confident?

- She said like you confident. - You foul.

I'm saying, that's dumb nasty, ma nigga, like

for real you are not sure.

- Damn! - What?

- It ain't working. - It ain't?

Nah, I ain't got no service.

You on a train, you're not gonna get no service.

You stupid, I be gettin' mad service on the train.

- You gotta upgrade your shit. - No, I don't.

- Upgrade your face. - Oh, oh, oh!

Sis said upgrade your face, though.

- That's fucked up. - Mmm, shut up.

That's why your shit don't work and mine do.

- What you on, MetroPCS? - She on.. Oh, yeah, Boost.

I don't got that ghetto ass shit.

Verizon, boo-boo, get it straight.

- Why? - Why are you so pressed anyway?

- She trying to get at Ty. - All up in mine.

- Bitch, mind yours. - My bad.

Yo, I ain't even tell you, though.

Tell me how that nigga came through.

Right. He was all grabbin' up on my weave.

That shit started to come undone, though.

I'm turning around like, "No, boo, look me in my eyes" and shit

'cause that's shit hurt, that's why I had to get it redone.

So, it wasn't sewn in then.

- It was too sewn in. - Nah, it wasn't..

- How you gonna tell me? - Yeah, baby.

Shit. Lookin' at you like he hungry.

- What, where? - The cap. He cute.

- Hey. - Yanni, stop!

- You hungry? - What?

- She wanna talk to you. - No, I don't.

Don't listen to her.

You talking to me?

You was lookin' at her, right?

Excuse me. Come here.

You ain't put your number down.

Yeah.

- You gonna hit her up, right? - Yeah.

Yeah. My nigga Alex got the biggest dick out of all of us.

You know what I'm saying? They call him Daddy Long Legs.

- Oh, word? Show us then! - Stop, she playin'!

Man, Yanni, you always trying to hook somebody up!

You know how niggas act.

Wait, timeout. What about you, Yanni?

What about me? Nigga wasn't grillin' me, he was grillin' you.

Lookin' like he wanted to sop you up with a biscuit.

- Oh, my God. You do not know that. - Yes, I do.

I was right there, seen the nigga with my own two eyes.

- Whatever. - She got Nicks sniffin' around though.

Mmm, that ain't all he doin'.

- He ain't sniffin' shit. - Nigga scratchin' that itch.

- Okay. - He ain't scratchin' nothin'.

Me ain't fuckin' with these niggas right now.

- Mm-hmm. - Fuck out of here.

What do you mean, fuck out of here?

Nah, you right, girl. Yeah, you right.

- I heard he was going with Liliana. - Who that?

C'mon, you know Spanish shorty on 148?

Word, that's true?

I don't know what he doin'.

Don't care neither.

Ooh, this is me all day.

- Yanni. - No, T.

And why not?

'Cause you're gonna stretch it out.

- No, I ain't. - Yes, you are.

- Fuck you, bitch. - Fine, take it.

I don't care.

- Yanni thinks she cute. - Think?

- Shut up. - Do you got roll up?

- No. - Damn, T.

She don't roll-up.

She's on feelings, I'm telling you.

- You mad or nah.. - I'll check your bag.

My nails is poppin'.

You gonna be with her, you should be with her then.

Ah, it ain't even serious like that with her though.

Oh, it's not not serious?

How's it look you callin' me and you booed up?

I don't see no problem. Do you?

Is that your girl?

You mad?

Is that your girl, though?

It ain't even like that.

Well, I don't care. Do what you wanna do.

- I don't care no more. - But you and me..

We, we're still chill though, right?

Go chill with her.

T want to know where your boy at.

T don't wanna know shit.

- Who's my boy? - Pass that, T..

- But earlier you was talking about -- - Earlier what, yum yum?

- Whoo! - Stop calling me that shit!

- Who's my boy? - Ty.

- Oh, shit! - Yanni, come save me!

Run, bitch, run!

I'm gettin' one of these..

Oh, shit, it's jinglin', babe.

- Do you see that shit? - Do you see the basketball..

That shit is bouncing, but I ain't talkin' about no basketball.

- Oh! Okay, pretty boy.. - That's right. Take it off.

- Goddammit! Yeah. - Oh, you want this.

- Yeah. - Eww!

Dirty ass shirt. What the fuck?

That was disgusting.

Yo, who was that with Yorell?

Yorell, who that with you?

- Oh.. - He's my cousin.

- Oh, come on, cousin. - Yanni!

- She already got a boo, so.. - I don't care.

I'll be your plaything. Give me sloppy seconds.

Dead ass. I gotta thing for thick girls.

- I ain't thick. - Oh, shit.

- Here she go with that bull.. - Bitch, I will cut you.

For real though, for real though, call me anytime

day and night, I'll be at your front door.

I'm dependable out this bitch.

- Is that so? - Oh, my God.

- Okay. - I don't even know what that means.

Like a pizza delivery.

Shonte, where's my phone?

Why would I know where your phone is?

Well, you've seen it?

Oh, my God. Didn't you leave it on the table?

Ain't been on one of these in a minute.

Brings me back.

My cousin's a trip.

He always rappin' to some poor girl.

- Don't they all? - Hmm?

Spit game, play games..

One big game.

Nah. Not all.

Yanni,you seen Jamila's phone?

I'm Isaiah, by the way.

Hey.

- Hey. - What you readin'?

You from around here?

What's with the 20 questions?

My bad, I'm just..

- My clothes.. - What?

My clothes. They're done.

Nice seeing you again.

Oh, hi. I ain't get your name.

I ain't give it to you.

Can I walk with you?

And we ain't gotta walk all the way

to your crib, or even to your block.

I just want to walk with you for a little bit.

Why?

Just 'cause.. Um..

- Oh, you don't have to do that. - Oh, come on. Come on.

- You from around here? - Yeah.

Ah. I moved up last February.

But I'm Raleigh, born and bred.

- Oh, my fault. Let me.. - What are you doin'?

- I was on the inside. - What?

I don't know if it mean anything

but my mama told me I gotta be on the outside

when I'm walkin' with a lady.

It like protects you or something.

- From what? - I don't know. Like..

Like if a car hit a puddle or somethin'

I'm the one that gets hit.

Or like, or like if somebody try to snatch you into their car

I'd be like "No. You can't."

But they could like, snatch me into a building.

I know, right?

That's what I'm sayin'.

But that's mama, though.

- I don't make the rules. - Hmm.

You busy this weekend?

With this 21 questions.

Ooh!

Gracias.

I make music.

- You play? - No.

I play scales, but I don't play, play.

Now my pop, he played, but..

No, I'm more of a producer/composer type.

That's what I came up here for.

- Oh, yeah? - Mm-hmm.

I mean, I came up for school

but that didn't work out.

So now I'm just grindin', you know.