Kentrell Desean Gaulden
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I nodded as I wrote some more lyrics on my paper. All I been doing all day is writing more music
I got a lot of shit to get off my chest, and this the only way to deal with what I'm feeling
"this shit hard" I said nodding and throwing the pen down. I stood up after picking up my blunt making my way into the kitchen
I opened the refrigerator looking for something to drink but I didn't see nothing. It was just a water bottle sitting there
I mugged it before closing it back and just standing there staring at the refrigerator handle
I opened it up again thinking something was gone appear. nope
I shook my head and made my way out the kitchen. Making my way upstairs to my room I felt my phone began to vibrate from inside my pocket
"what niggas want with me?" I asked myself as I took it from my pocket "hello?"
"aye yb" I heard Montana say from the other side of the phone. I really don't wanna talk to him but then again I have to cause he my manager
"wassup mane"
"why you ignoring my phone calls?" he asked as I pushed my room door open and made my way over to my bed
"the same reason Ashiah walked out my life with K'Saun. Its cause I don't wanna be bothered with you"
if that came off rude then oh well
"that's gone be yo' excuse for everything?" he asked which caused my to nod as if he could see me
"yeah"
"that's yo' problem, you need to be tryna work harder for K'Saun. You slacking, you ain't been in the studio in weeks. You been canceling all yo' shows, you need to get it together for real"
I laid across my bed tryna think of ways to care. I just can't think of no ways, I ain't got no emotions towards this music shit no more
I already became well known and rich off this. I can quit rapping now and will have enough money to live the rest of my life
money don't matter to me, I can get that back quicker then you think
"Montana I don't give a fuck bout no studio or no shows. While we talking bout this you can go 'head cancel some more, for real"
he sucked his teeth and groaned through the phone
what's the problem?
"Kentrell when I see you tomorrow, you better be ready to go to Huston"
hell no
"Montana don't come to my house with no security guards. I'm not paying them and I ain't going to Huston"
I hung up before throwing my phone across the room. I don't know where it landed but I hope it's broke
I'm honestly sick and tired of people calling me
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"Say chill out, for real" I said running from Rod as he chased me with a bucket of slime
"No, you threw that cold water on me and I was sleep. Kiss my ass bitch" he threw the whole bucket slime on me and I clenched my jaw
"Say, you finna die" I said wiping the slime from my eyes, he was just laughing like it was funny
I don't know why he laughing cause he finna catch hell
I nodded my head at him before walking off to the bathroom with him following behind me
"ayo Kentrell, you straight?" he asked continuing to laugh, I tried shutting the door but he pushed it back open
"Move out the way son cause you already finna get fucked up, for real" I said slamming the door shut in his face before locking it
I took my shirt and sweat pants off cause it was on my clothes , I started rinsing my face and everything else. It took about a whole forty-five minutes to get everything off and I still felt dirty
ima kill this nigga so he better sleep with one eye open
After coming out the bathroom it was quiet which let me know Rod was somewhere hiding from me. I would hide from me too, honestly
I didn't bother to look for him cause ima get him when I see him, I headed straight to my room to get in the shower
Im still tryna figure out where this nigga get slime from anyway
Big ass kid .. .
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