Glo 2:Ivy

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Y'all I've been searching Lamar's Instagram for the longest, I can't find it. I found his pictures on Pinterest and there was so many of them and I just screenshot them so I'm sorry I can't give you guys his socials.If anybody knows it please let me know it will be a big help.

Malia's Ig : WoaahTee

Miley's Ig: Zaleygrace

Ayana's : Ladiiscorpio

Malia:

"This shows all the percentages from Apple Music, Spotify, Website, Merch, Brands, Tidal, Instagram, youtube, Youtube lives, and everywhere else your music is listed," Amelia said going through her presentation.

"You received your first Million 6 months into your career that quadruple that summer I project in the next year you can make a mil in a month if you get back how it was before your child.Your sells for the album was amazing we see big things coming soon the team is proud of you. We just have to discuss what are we doing next, we cannot slack off at all it's crunch time" She told me.

I nodded my head and went back to the drawing board and projected a few numbers.
I was in a very needed meeting with my team to figure some things out. I kept getting overwhelmed because I felt like my sells were falling but they wasn't. Every song played I only get .66 cent from an app like Spotify as long as the user listens to it for more than 30 seconds and if they also play it offline it still gets counted, I just didn't know all that and was confused.

"Malia I think we should get you a ghost writer just for a little bit until you get back into your groove." My publicist said adding.

"Excuse me ?" I said looking at her.

Everybody got quiet in the room and looked at us.

"Malia we are not trying to be offensive we love your writing but a ghostwriter can and will add the spice to your songs." Amelia added in.

"Nah id rather not join in on that idea ." I said getting irritating.

We talked more for about an hour then I ended the meeting because I felt like my team don't think I'm good enough. I went straight to the studio, I thought I was gone take a break but it's back grinding.

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I shuffled through a few beats that were sent to me and choose which one that goes with the lyrics in my journal in head. I was tired of everybody doubting me like I'm not the same Malia I was before my son. I took a sip of coffee and rubbed my eyes, I had to finish this. I felt a presence behind me so I quickly took my headphones out and seen it was Lamar walking in with a bag of food with Landin in his other arm. I smiled and stood up to get him a chair, he's always thinking about me because a bitch damn near starved myself from stress.

"What's wrong ?" Lamar said before I could even greet him.

I shrugged my shoulders not knowing how to explain how I felt to my husband. I held my arms out for Landin then sat down.

"Baby talk to me." He said getting closer.

"I know you want me to be strong but Lamar I'm so tired of people judging me because I got pregnant. Landin been here for a year and they still talking shit. Saying my rhymes aren't the same and I don't drop songs as I use too like, I'm so tired of this shit. It's overwhelming as hell and I'm trying so hard. Literally just got off tour and look where I am. Babysitters and you have my kids I don't even feel like a good enough mom and that shit hurting so bad. I am sacrificing a lot for this rap shit but it's like my work it's getting unseen, nobody knows the real ." I vented out letting a tear roll down my cheek because I was frustrated.