immediately lifted his eyes and met mine.
“I haven’t done this in a while,” I admitted.
“Don’t worry. I wrote something for you. Once you get in the booth, it’ll be like riding a bike. You’ll be at it like you never left.”
I looked at him like he was crazy. “I write my own shit. Lay didn’t tell you?”
He shrugged before picking up his blunt and taking a hit.
“You wrote that shit I heard you spitting on your Loose Cannon mixtape?” Rell asked surprised.
“Yeah. What you know about that? That was years ago.”
“I followed your music before I even met you and Lay. Always was a fan of yours. Your whole package. Your lyrics. The way you deliver them. Your voice. Your look. All of you. I just… I don’t know… You don’t look like you can rap, let alone write like that. That whole mixtape was hot.”
I blushed. “Thanks.”
“Aight, so what you got in mind then?” he asked, pushing his chair back and walking towards me. Sitting on the arm of the chair I was sitting in, he looked down at me.
“Umm…”
When his phone started ringing, I was glad. I was getting uncomfortable by his closeness. When he continued to look down at me, I asked, “You not gone get that?”
“When I’m at work, I don’t answer the phone for anyone except my ma, Bishop or Lay, and that ain’t naine one of their ringtones.”
I laughed at his country choice of words. “Neither one, Rell. Country ass.”
He smiled before nudging me on the shoulder lightly. “Whatever, mane. You’re my priority right now is what I’m trying to say. So, back to the question at hand… What’s in that pretty little head of yours to spit?”
Licking my lips, I rubbed my sweaty palms along my leggings. “I got some I wanna do. Some on some swag type shit. No real lyricism, just lots of punch lines to recreate the buzz I had years ago.”
He nodded. “Aight, I know what you mean. I was working on a beat before you walked in. Kind of like a Hot Nigga type beat. You remember that Bobby Shmurda shit?”
“Right right, okay. Let me hear it.” He stood finally and cut the beat on.
After bobbing to it for a while, I started walking into the booth.
“Aye if you need it, I got some Fiji water and Arizona tea. Lay told me those were your two favorite things to drink.”
I smiled at his thoughtfulness. “Thanks. I appreciate that.”
He nodded before motioning for me to go in the studio. After putting the headphones on, I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. When I opened them, Bishop was walking into the studio. My mood had completely changed. He was cheesing at me like it hadn’t been a whole day since I heard from him and I was pissed.
“The hell yo ass been, nigga?” I asked, causing Rell to laugh.
“Hunh?”
“Don’t huh me, nigga. You heard me. Where you been?”
“Taking care of some shit.”
I shook my head in disappointment. I wouldn’t have been so paranoid had I not known he was going to see Ashley when he left me.
“Aye, Rell, I wanna do some different,” I said.
“Aight, I’ma start the beat over.”
“Ion trust what these niggas say. Ion trust what these niggas do. Ion wait for time to tell ‘cause time still won’t give me proof. Niggas lie like it’s the truth about what they say. About what they do. About what they want. About how they feel, but they the ones swear they real. Then they’ll say I got trust issues. That’s why I got trust issues. Niggas say I’m crazy, but I wasn’t that way ‘til I messed with you. Niggas say I’m crazy, but I wasn’t that way ‘til I messed with you.” I nodded to let Rell know that I was done. Before either of them said anything, I continued, “Or what about this… I gave that nigga my heart ‘cause I could tell that he was heartless, but I should have known right from the start that he would do me wrong. Now, I gotta use my heart less. Now, I wear a bulletproof vest over my chest since Cupid wanna use me, shoot me for his target
“I haven’t done this in a while,” I admitted.
“Don’t worry. I wrote something for you. Once you get in the booth, it’ll be like riding a bike. You’ll be at it like you never left.”
I looked at him like he was crazy. “I write my own shit. Lay didn’t tell you?”
He shrugged before picking up his blunt and taking a hit.
“You wrote that shit I heard you spitting on your Loose Cannon mixtape?” Rell asked surprised.
“Yeah. What you know about that? That was years ago.”
“I followed your music before I even met you and Lay. Always was a fan of yours. Your whole package. Your lyrics. The way you deliver them. Your voice. Your look. All of you. I just… I don’t know… You don’t look like you can rap, let alone write like that. That whole mixtape was hot.”
I blushed. “Thanks.”
“Aight, so what you got in mind then?” he asked, pushing his chair back and walking towards me. Sitting on the arm of the chair I was sitting in, he looked down at me.
“Umm…”
When his phone started ringing, I was glad. I was getting uncomfortable by his closeness. When he continued to look down at me, I asked, “You not gone get that?”
“When I’m at work, I don’t answer the phone for anyone except my ma, Bishop or Lay, and that ain’t naine one of their ringtones.”
I laughed at his country choice of words. “Neither one, Rell. Country ass.”
He smiled before nudging me on the shoulder lightly. “Whatever, mane. You’re my priority right now is what I’m trying to say. So, back to the question at hand… What’s in that pretty little head of yours to spit?”
Licking my lips, I rubbed my sweaty palms along my leggings. “I got some I wanna do. Some on some swag type shit. No real lyricism, just lots of punch lines to recreate the buzz I had years ago.”
He nodded. “Aight, I know what you mean. I was working on a beat before you walked in. Kind of like a Hot Nigga type beat. You remember that Bobby Shmurda shit?”
“Right right, okay. Let me hear it.” He stood finally and cut the beat on.
After bobbing to it for a while, I started walking into the booth.
“Aye if you need it, I got some Fiji water and Arizona tea. Lay told me those were your two favorite things to drink.”
I smiled at his thoughtfulness. “Thanks. I appreciate that.”
He nodded before motioning for me to go in the studio. After putting the headphones on, I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. When I opened them, Bishop was walking into the studio. My mood had completely changed. He was cheesing at me like it hadn’t been a whole day since I heard from him and I was pissed.
“The hell yo ass been, nigga?” I asked, causing Rell to laugh.
“Hunh?”
“Don’t huh me, nigga. You heard me. Where you been?”
“Taking care of some shit.”
I shook my head in disappointment. I wouldn’t have been so paranoid had I not known he was going to see Ashley when he left me.
“Aye, Rell, I wanna do some different,” I said.
“Aight, I’ma start the beat over.”
“Ion trust what these niggas say. Ion trust what these niggas do. Ion wait for time to tell ‘cause time still won’t give me proof. Niggas lie like it’s the truth about what they say. About what they do. About what they want. About how they feel, but they the ones swear they real. Then they’ll say I got trust issues. That’s why I got trust issues. Niggas say I’m crazy, but I wasn’t that way ‘til I messed with you. Niggas say I’m crazy, but I wasn’t that way ‘til I messed with you.” I nodded to let Rell know that I was done. Before either of them said anything, I continued, “Or what about this… I gave that nigga my heart ‘cause I could tell that he was heartless, but I should have known right from the start that he would do me wrong. Now, I gotta use my heart less. Now, I wear a bulletproof vest over my chest since Cupid wanna use me, shoot me for his target
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