Page 63 of Platinum Pressure
“A’ight now . . .”
She giggled. “I love you, baby boy.”
“I love you too, Mama.”
The call ended. Instead of continuing my errands, I opened the group chat with my friends and sent them a text.
Gang nem
Me:
I’m going to propose to Meadow soon.
Lay Low:
I’m the best man right?
Eddie:
Hell no, fuck nigga. It’s me.
Me:
It’s neither one of y’all. It’s Seddy. Y’all my groomsmen fa sho, though.
Sed:
Thinking my best friend of over a quarter century would choose either of y’all niggas as his best man is the funniest shit ever.
Lay Low:
Nigga came in here on BS. If I called my YNs to pull up on you, you wouldn’t know what to do.
Eddie:
Let’s run up on em today, fuck it.
Me:
Aye, y’all chill out. There’s no need for the violence.
Sed:
Niggas forgot I was a trench baby, but that’s cool. Run up on me and I’ma make sure y’all are in matching caskets.
Eddie:
GUARD!
Lay Low:
I feel unsafe in this environment. P! Do something!
ME:
Y’all fuckin with a real gangsta. Better hope you bulletproof.
Seddy:
