Riley POV~

With this Quarantine shit going on, I ain't been able to hit the studio worth shit. Being stuck in the house I had so much I wanted to rap about but I couldn't and Hiro dumbass was taking too long to get here so we could record in my studio at the cribbo.

"Is he here yet?" I questioned.

"No dad," My 15 year old son, replied. "Uncle Hiro isn't here yet."

"Uncle Hiro is coming over?" Blaise asks.

I nodded,

"Yea," I reply, "We supposed to be recording today."

Blaise smiled. He was a big fan of Hiro's producing, wanting to be a producer himself.

"You rapping again?" Jadea asks.

"What else would I do?" I question.

"Why not sing like Uncle Huey and Auntie Jada?"

"Because I'm a real nigga and real niggas don't sing," I tell her.

"So I'm not a real nigga?" Blaise asked.

"Huh?"

"You said real niggas don't sing. I sing. So I'm not a real nigga?"

"First of all," I began, "Stop sayin nigga. Second of all, any child of a mine is an automatic real nigga."

"Daddy, I'd rather not be considered a real nigga," Jade tells me.

"Stop sayin nigga. But what would you want us to call you?"

"Hmmm.. Rylee calls herself a bad bitch. I think I'll be that."

I stared at my 13 year old as my wife walks in.

"You'd wanna be called what?" Taiya questions.

"Shit. See ya'll and this damn cussin! I told ya'll bout that damn shit. I swear, I wonder where ya'll get that from!" I scold, only to get punched in the arm by Taiya. "What?"

"They get it from their father. Stop with the cussin you three."

"But mama Taiya, I didn't cuss," Carter defends himself. "It was them two."

"Snitch," Blaise mumbled.

"Right," I agreed, just to get hit again.

"Aye dawg, watch who the fuck you hitting," I warn.

"You should try singing daddy," Jade says. 

"Here you go again with this. Why do you want me to sing?"

"Try something different. Do what Auntie Jada does."

"And what is that?" Taiya asks.

"Making up a song as you go. Like freestyle singing."

"That's not a bad idea," Taiya says, looking at me. "You could try it."

"I still don't understand the appeal, but fine. It's not gonna get dropped anyways so I'll do it."

Hiro makes it an hour later, bringing Ming with him.

"Yo ass late," I glared.

"Sorry," Hiro chuckles, "Been extra busy. But I got time now. So, you know what you wanna do?"

"Shoes off and ya'll asses better put some hand sanitizer on before ya'll touch any damn thing. The dispenser is on the wall right there."

Hiro and Ming roll their eyes but listen. We walk into my studio that I made in one part of the basement. The kids were sitting on the couch inside.

"The fuck ya'll doin in here?" I question.

"We wanted to hear you," Blaise says.

I groan, rolling my eyes.

"Fine, but don't be gettin in the way."

"Hi Uncle Hiro. Hi Aunt Ming," Jadea greets, hugging the two.

"Hi Princess," Ming kisses her on the head. "You doin okay?"

"Yea."

"Uncle Hiro, I made new beats the other day. You gotta hear em!" Blaise tells Hiro.

"Really? Well, me and your dad haven't came up with anything so maybe you could help with the producing portion."

Blaise smiles and nods.

"Dad ain't rapping today," Carter tells Hiro.

"Snitch," I mumble.

"You're not?" Hiro asks.

"Nah. Princess had the idea of me singing like Huey and Jay."

"Well, that's new," Ming replies.

"What would you sing about?" Hiro asks.

"Ion know. It would honestly be like sing rapping than straight singing."

"Ohh, Blaise, show Uncle Hiro your beat now. It might work for dad!" Jadea suggests. Blaise goes over to the computer and finds his folder he makes with all his beats. He finds the recent one he made and plays it.

You could hear what sound like a cello strumming a beat. There was a light xylophone sound and then the beat came it. It honestly didn't sound bad for a 13 year old making it.

"So?" Blaise asks. "What do you think?"

"I think I could work with this. But I need some kind've idea. Jada don't jus pop up with shit, stuff happens."

"What if you used mom?" Carter asks. "And us? Like how we all work. I don't know."

"Oh yea! Good thinking Esco," Jade agrees.

"Fine," I go into the booth and put my headphones. Blaise restarts the beat and I get more of a feel of it. 

Riley: Today I missed my work out, but it worked out. Now I'm missing work now, but it worked out. Had to buy a crib before I bought my first house. Had my first kid, I love how he turned out, I love how he turned out. Even if I'm burnt out, Imma have so many seeds, Imma have a bird house. Imma love on they mama. I hope it work out, I hope it work out.

Luckily my ex ugly, I don't eat so she can't get no lunch with me. I don't reach so she can't get in touch with me, can't be buds with me, don't know what to be. She gon cuss at me. Told her, "Give it a rest, " so I keep custody. Keep it all side-eyes and side-hugs with me. I know that my girl's trust is a luxury, I don't want my next album soundin' all Usher-y

But I must confess, I must confess. For every single ex, I want the best. I really wish you nothing but success, I know it's gonna work out.

Doesn't it get dark, right before the sun peaks? And bears its face. And doesn't it get so hard to breathe. But it's gonna work out, it's gonna work out

With nothing left to give, with nothing left to say. When no one says they're wrong, or sets the record straight.

But it's gonna work out (it's, it's, gonna work out)
(It's gonna work out)

That shit might hurt now, but I'm with her now. Don't need closure now, just keep the shirt now. Sorry you were led to believe, bunch o' different stories that was never to be. No, you isn't ugly I just said it to be, funny, we both know that you look better than me. Sorry I started runnin' when you ran into me. I'm just tryna be the kinda man I'ma be. And I'm getting better gotta hand it to me. Seem to always workout when you hand it to G

Today I missed my work out, but it worked out. Now I'm missing work now, but it worked out. Had to buy a crib before I bought my first house. Had my first kid, I love how he turned out, I love how he turned out. Even if I'm burnt out, Imma have so many seeds, Imma have a bird house. Imma love on they mama. I hope it work out, I hope it work out.

I believe in long distance love, God that's above. Bond that's so strong can't let y'all bald headed- Y'all Interrupt, you all in a rush. We all gon' meet up, in the up, in the upper room. If I run into em', I'll be rum-running to em', we could re-run the show, we can re-bump into em'. Maybe we read the wrong one, we could re-jump the broom. If we read the wrong one, baby we jump the broom, I'm ready to be groomed, I'm ready to assume. The position is filled, I was read' since the womb. I was not made for this, this was made for me, and it's gonna work out.

Today I missed my work out, but it worked out. Now I'm missing work now, but it worked out. Had to buy a crib before I bought my first house. Had my first kid, I love how he turned out, I love how he turned out. Even if I'm burnt out, Imma have so many seeds, Imma have a bird house. Imma love on they mama. I hope it work out, I hope it work out.

Jadea clapped, 

"Yay! That sounded so good daddy!"

"Did you have to call mom ugly?" Carter chuckles.

"I said she wasn't ugly towards the end," I laughed, "You won't listening?"

"I think with the beat and your song, it sounds pretty good," Hiro says. "You wanna drop this?"

"Hell nah. I'm straight on that one."

"Why not daddy?" Jade asks. 

"Because, I already told you real niggas don't sing."

~A week later~

The five of us were in the car, on our way to the grocery store. The kids had their masks on, bopping their heads to the music play.

"Alright, next up we got a song that was leaked a few days ago. A come back from our very own Young Reezy!"

"Huh?" I raised a brow, turning the radio up more to make sure I heard them right.

"We haven't heard anything new from Young Reezy in ages but finally he's come back and with something new," The radio host says. "With his new song, Work Out, here's Young Reezy."

The song I had recorded a few days ago was playing on the radio. The one I didn't drop. 

"Well, looks like you're not a real nigga anymore, pops," Carter chuckled. I hit the breaks, making everyone jerk forward.

"Riley!" Taiya yells, "What the hell?"

"Which one of you did it?" I question, looking at my mischievous kids. "I know it was one of you."

"Don't look at me," Carter says, texting on his phone. "This is a shock to me like it is you."

"Blaise?"

"Dad, why would I drop it?" 

"Because it's your beat and you may want people to notice you."

"If I wanna get noticed, I'll post something on Instagram."

The quiet one in the car was Jadea and I raised a brow.

"Princess?"

"Yes daddy?"

"Please tell me you didn't-"

"I mean, everyone great artist gets their song leaked," Jadea says, a smile on her face.

"Jadea Elaine Freeman," Taiya was as shocked as I was. "Did you leak your father's song after he said not to?"

"Maybe...."

I couldn't help but laugh. Everyone looked at me like I was crazy.

"What're you goin through, pops?"

"Jade, if you weren't my favorite, I'd be so pissed."

"HEY!" Carter and Blaise yells. 

Inside the grocery store, my song was playing while people looked at me clapping. I guess real niggas do sing.

Hey guys, just something I kind've thought of while I was high LOL. Always, I love ya'll and I hope everyone is staying safe.