𝑬𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝑶𝒏 𝑼𝒔|Book 1

I. Still At The Bottom

My rapping skills were good, but no better than Meek or any other rapper out there. I had confidence that I'll be up there with them sooner or later, but better than them? Nah, I know for sure that wasn't going to happen. I been rapping since I was thirteen, but it wasn't taken serious until I turned sixteen and started using SoundCloud.

I was your typical teen SoundCloud rapper that was trying to get myself out there. I never really thought I would get noticed, I was just doing it because I liked rapping and making up word plays that made people do the stank face while listening.

That was what I was doing. So, when people actually started listening to it and actually liked it, I knew this was it. So, I did everything in my passion to get myself out there more. Imagine a sixteen year old, rapping in the middle of Times Square just to get noticed by someone.

And eventually I did.

Junior was my producer, he also was a rapper but making beats was his go to. I met him and we instantly became friends. Two teenagers, a sixteen year old rapper and eighteen year old producer, the ultimate duo to this music shit. We made songs after songs, most of them doing good on YouTube.

I was well known in neighboring states: Philly, Jersey, New York, Maryland, and Delaware. I was looking forward to get out there more, but only time would tell though.

"Bro, imma need you to stop doubting yourself." Junior told me, leaning on the counter.

"I'm not doubting myself, I'm just saying I'm not there at the moment. Still at the bottom." I mumbled the last part to myself.

I had confidence...a little.

"Anyway, while we're talking about that. You still producing that girl?" I asked, he sigh tossing his head back and I took that as a yes.

I wasn't the only one Junior was producing. I, however, was the only actual artist he was producing. All the other individuals weren't talented at all. And I don't want it to seem like I'm better than them, but if you was in the studio with them then you'll understand.

"Bro, she still wanna do this pop star shit and I can't take it. She sounds horrible." He answered talking about the one and only, Lady Cakes.

Why was that her name? I can't even give you a valid enough answer.

I chuckled, "That's your fault for telling her she sounds good. You wasting your time." I told him and he smack his lips.

"She's a terrible singer..."

"But?"

He sigh, "But, she gives good head and she ended up giving me some in order to let her in the studio." He finished, I shook my head at him.

Just sad.

"Look I'm trying really, but I know if I tell her she sucks, I can't get anymore sucks. You feel me?" He asked and I stare at him with a blank face.

"You wrong, I hope you know that." I told him.

He groaned, "Oh well! As long as she continue giving me good top, I'll attempt to make her sound good. Ain't no guarantee though."

"You telling the wrong one homie. You should be telling her that since she's your artist."

"You should make a song with her."

"Hell no!" I exclaimed and he started laughing like it was funny.

"Aight, I'm playing, but it looks like ole girl checking you out." He changed the subject pointing. I turned around to where he was pointing seeing Winter sending a flirtatious smile at me.

I mentally roll my eyes, turning away. "Yeah no." I said.

"Ion understand why haven't you hit yet. She obviously have a crush on you." Junior told me and I suck my teeth.

"More like a crush on fame and money." I thought to myself.

"I don't want to degrade a woman for whatever she does with her life, but Winter is a hoe. She literally messed with everyone in Trenton and I refuse to be with a girl that's ran-through." I told him honestly.

As much as I shouldn't be judging the way someone lives their life, the shit Winter do is disgusting to me at least. I'm not even going to lie, she was a pretty Blasian girl. She had curves, a pretty face, and her personality was straight. However, everybody had already had sex with her more than once at that.

Not knocking down what people do with their lives, but it wasn't for me.

"Bro, you should still fuck on her. She's bad as hell, thicker than a bag of snickers. Fine as fuck!" He emphasized loudly.

I roll my eyes, "Body doesn't mean anything to me." I told him.

"That's sus."

"You know what I mean. Anyway, I gotta go." I said checking the time on my watch.

It was midnight and I had to work tomorrow. Rapping wasn't the only thing I did, I had to make money in between that.

"So, you just gonna leave the party man? We still turning up!"

I shrugged my shoulders starting to walk off. "I gotta work and you know my mom hates when I'm late." I told him and he waved me off.

"Aight, we're hitting the studio tomorrow. Don't be late." He shouted. I nodded my head walking away.

I headed out the club seeing the people that were trying to get in. Some of the girls waved at me and I waved back, going to my car. Reaching my car, I took out my keys and unlocking it. Getting inside, I sigh shutting the door.

What a night.

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Ayeeee, I'm back and better y'all. This was the first chapter, so it's probably a little boring but I promise it'll get better.

Y'all ready for this crazy, wild ride we bout to be on?

Btw thank you datsriri for the idea, I know exactly how imma do this so thank you again. I hope you and everyone else like it❤️