"a lot of people want to know why im not talking."
"just too much shit happening."
𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 texts her number neighborhood, not knowing he was a rapper.
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𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘 unknowingly texts his sisters favorite artist daughter, creating a bond with h...
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"IF YOU JACK DOA, IMMA ADD A K. tell ma ooter to slide, came right away. gotta nine on my side, so pray today." notti rapped into the mic, ddot and dd hyping him up from outside the booth.
"drop the o, put a o in your fucking face. ddot with me and you know he won't hesitate. jb tried to run but the fat nigga tripped. smoking on jazzy mixed in with the rip. rah rah had died at the back of the whip, please don't say don't run don't trip." he took a breathe while he saw dd and ddot jumping and hitting each other from his flow.
"them niggas is weird." he mumbled, getting out the booth while their screaming died down.
"woah ma heart that shit was mad hard. you gonna go up with that shit." dd complimented his brother, smiling up at him.
"on bro twin that shit gonna get us up. now all i gotta do is make my part." ddot stated, whispering his last part but notti still heard him.
"nigga how you not done with your verse, isn't this your song?" he questioned his friend, ddot giving his a side eye.
"why are you so worried about me? go shoo." he waved him off, notti rolling his eyes at him.
he went on his phone, remembering that he was gonna ask Winnie a question today but instead kept getting messages from people. he groaned softly, going through them seeing most of them were coming his ex.
you know, eva.
he stared at it, thinking about opening it but did it anyways.
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