Yn POV
"Okay Boots let's start," I yell at my producer.
I was an up coming rapper. My name was (comment what your rapper name would be lmfao).
Nicki Minaj had announced a challenge to her song that had just dropped, Megatron. She would repost and pick her best three favorite ones to sign.
I was a huge fan and I really wanted her to take me serious as an artists so I wrote my shit and got ready.
"You want me to record too," Boots asked. I nod and got ready.
The beat dropped. Bratatata and I began.
(disclosure: I cannot write a rap for shit so bear with me)
These niggas sleeping on me
Call me the Queen like a Bee
And if you wanna party, hoe you better come pay the fee
No I am not Onika
I am the silent preacher
But once I pop off, niggas dropped 5k for a feature
I like my Myx Moscato
I smoke and pop big bottles
But at the end Naomi Campbell, bitch I am a model
I like green m&m's
I am so feminine
But with the way I rap, niggas running for they pens
I stopped before the [pre chorus came]
"You ain't playing are you," Boots laughs. I smile at him.
In the middle of our conversation, his phone rings.
I prepare for my next part of the song, while he's on the phone.
"Oh boy," he sighs. I look at him.
Before he can say anything, I see a buff ass lightskin guy come in.
My jaw almost dropped.
"Hey Boots what's good dog," he handshakes Boots.
I put my headset down and grabbed my stuff.
"Nah love you can stay here," he smiles at me. My face got read.
"You're (your rap name) right?" I almost fainted.
I couldn't believe Drake knew who I was.
Now listen, I didn't fangirl over Drake. And I honestly didn't like his music. It was quite basic. But he was so successful, I couldn't help it.
"Y-Yeah," I mumble.
He smiles at me and notices my notebook. "Good old fashion writing huh," he smiles.
I smirk at him. "Yeah you don't seem to be doing much of that anymore."
He looks stunned and scratches his head. "Well when you're b-busy you know," he mumbles. Boots laughs.
"I need to go check on my uber eats," he leaves.
"What are you working on," he asks me.
I tucked one of my braids behind my ears. "Oh nothing good," I try to put my notebook away.
He stops me. "Megatron challenge aye," he smiles.
"Can I hear it. I'll put in a good word for Nicki," he says.
I lift my eyebrow. "On one condition," I smirk.
"Yeah," he lifts his eyebrow.
"You have to write every single song on your next album. No ghost writers," I tell him.
He sighs. "Yn it's not like I wanna use them but—," I cut him off.
"But you don't have time right. Then why do Nicki Minaj and J.cole and Kendrick have time," I ask him.
"You're right it's just there's a lot of expectation. People don't care about substance and money...," he says. I look at him.
"Yeah but didn't you once have a passion for writing," I ask him. He nods.
"This rap game shit is stressful dog," he tells me.
"Yeah I can tell. But stay true to yourself you know," I smile. He looks down at me.
"you're one of the prettiest female rappers I've ever seen," he tells me.
I blush. "Even when you've seen Nicki and Saweetie? Or Megan Thee Stallion," I laugh.
He doesn't laugh with me. "No you're gorgeous."
I smile. "Thank you."
"Now let me hear you spit," he says.
I play for him what's been recorded so far.
"Damn you wanna give us a run for our money," he cheeses.
I laugh. "It's not even serious," I tell him.
"No it's really good and I know Nicki will like it for sure," he tells me.
I turn around to go back into the studio.
"Damn," I hear him mumble under his breathe. I turn and see he was checking me out.
"Not to sound invasive but... have you had your booty done," he asks curiously. I laugh.
"Who has money for that," I laugh. "My momma gave me good genes I guess. And doing volleyball and softball in college," I laugh.
"Oh you went to college too," he said. I nod.
"Damn you're the full package...why a rapper then," he asks. After he asks that, he pats his lap.
"Come sit."
I shyly make my way over there and sit. He wraps his arms around my waist.
"I don't know. I run a business and everything is popping but I love music," I tell him.
"You sing," he asks me.
I start singing a little Ashanti for him.
Baby, I'm not always there when you call, but I'm always on time
And I gave you my all, now baby be mine
I'm not always there when you call, but I'm always on time
And I gave you my all, now baby be mine (I love it when Ashanti and Ja Rule collab whew)
I stopped and looked down. "Can I sign you to OVO instead," He said.
I looked stunned. "What?"
He smiled at me. "You heard me. If you don't wanna be signed you could help me run it. You know about businesses. We don't have any females too," he adds.
My head is spinning. "Shit," I whisper.
"You're forreal," I laugh.
"Yeah. I want a date after this too," he smirks.
I hit his chest and laugh. "Alright I guess. And I'll think about this," I tell him.
"That's cool," he kisses my hand. "I'll let you get back to recording," he tells me.
"Why did you come here though," I ask him.
"To record a new single just so people aren't bored. But Actually...," he grabs my notebook and rips a piece out.
"I'm gonna start from scratch," he says, grabbing a pen.
I smile and get off his lap. "Yeah that ass is definitely mine," he smiles.
I roll my eyes and go back to finish recording.
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Hey what's up guys.
I was wondering if you guys want one where Drake isn't famous as well cause a lot of mine revolve around him being famous.
Also are any of y'all attempting the megatron challenge. Sis I might😭 anyways I hope you enjoy 🤓