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" hello Dayvon " caresha the interviewer said giving me a handshake.
" wassup folks " I gave her a small small smile.
" how u feeling " she asked looking at the camera then at me.
" I'm good " I kept it simple.
" I got a few questions for u " she smiled.
" coo coo " bitch I know that tf..
" ok first question , how is it being a celebrity that basically came from nothing "
" shit feel different , Ian used to this " I shrugged.
" ok ok .. how did u meet your first babymom " she side eyed me.
Hoe.
" highschool "
" okkkk highschool sweet hearts " she smiled.
I gave an awkward chuckle.
" question number 2 , what made u start a rap career "
" shiiii at first I was Just rapping just to rap u feel me , but then my homies told like my shit can take me next level type shit so you know I start putting my shit out and went up from there "
" mmmm okkk , 3rd question how'd u meet India " she looked at the camera.
Messy bitch.
" Shii I was at a club actually , I never knew her before that "
" small world we live in huh " she chuckled.
" yeah I guess " I chuckled and looked at my manager.
She gave me a nod.
" okayyyy is your relationship w your babymothers .. healthy? "
" yeah folks we coo " I said getting irritated.
" ok just a few more questions " she adjusted herself in her chair.
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" preciate u for having me " I said taking the mic off my hoodie.
" no problem thank you for coming " she smiled watching me , I took that as a sign to get the fuck up out befo sum shit go down so I sat up off the couch and walked over to my manager & we made our way out.
" she was onnat freak shit " I smirked telling my manager.
