Adopted By NBA YoungBoy 2: A Toxic World{An NBA YoungBoy Story}

Fifty Three

I looked up seeing one of Lil Baby's friends handing me a drink.

"Nah, I'm good." I said

"Come on, take it. You need the energy. You been up working on that damn computer forever."

"I said I'm good. I appreciate it though." I said

"She said she don't want it man. Leave the girl alone." Baby spoke

"I'm just tryna offer her some tea bro."

"Well she don't want it, so you drink it or put it back or sumn'. What's wrong witchu'?" Baby says with a lil frown on his face

The dude just smacked his teeth and walked off before dumping the drink down the drain. Suspicious as hell because he didn't even bother to ask if anyone else wanted it nor did he attempt to drink it himself. So that let me know he must've put something in it because why would you waste a drink like that? Ehh, that's his business🤷🏾‍♀️.

"Anyway A Boogie, how that sound?" I asked

"... It sound good, but don't call me A Boogie like that. We cool just call me A or you could call me Artist."

"Alright." I said

"Aye."

I looked over at Baby and he motioned for me to come closer so I did.

"He pay you yet?" Baby whispered

"Mm mm." I said

"Always make 'em pay you up front. It don't necessarily have to be all of it, but just a lil sumn' for them to not be able to take yo work and leave you stuck with nothing. Talk to him about yo money lil one." Baby spoke

Thank God I had muted the phone, if not, Artist would've been hella disrespected by that comment.

"Okay." I nodded

I took the phone off mute and started talking to Artist about the money situation.

"How much do you want for the deposit? I'll Cash App you right now." I said

"Uhh, 2 hundred dollars wo--"

I felt a tap on my shoulder and Baby looked at me like I was stupid before motioning for me to give him my phone. So I did. He took and started talking on the phone with Artist then about 5 minutes later, he handed me my phone back.

"Don't ever short change yourself like that again. Know yo worth, you not no two hundred dollar talent. You worth way more than that. I understand you tryna be respectful witcho pricing and shit cuz' you new to the game but niggas get used to 200 dollars and they'll start tryna cheat you." Baby spoke

"Thanks." I said

I put the phone to my ear and heard a little laughter.

"You there shorty?"

"Yeah, I'm here." I said

"He right you know... Never settle for less than what you deserve. You got some talent and it's worth more than 200 dollars. I'm not complaining because I would've happily sent you that with no problems, but you should up them prices a lil bit." Artist says

"Thanks. I'm gonna get with my manager about that." I said

"Whenever you get some free time in between shows. I think we should link up and hit an actual studio sometime." A Boogie spoke

"Yeah, that's cool." I said

"Go home."

"Huh?" I said as I looked up

"Go home for a couple weeks to get that squared away and just hit me when you get the ball rolling with the album and you could come back. I ain't realize how busy you was." Baby spoke

"Okay." I nodded

"You stay in Miami right?" A Boogie asks

"Yeah." I said

"Next time I'm there I'll call you." He says

"Okay... Listen, I gotta go. I'll call you back." I said

"Ight."

I got off the phone with him and continued working on this music. I'm so proud of myself, like I've really come a long fucking way and I deserve all of the success that's gonna come my way.

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