Ski POV:
So when X came home from jail we had a lil foodie thing, but we went out to eat instead. I was packing for tour and May was helping me, she kept folding my clothes because I kept stuffing them in.
"Stoke you need to roll the clothes so the fall fit in the bag."
May's Jamaican accent was slight when she spoke but you could hear it in certain words. We decided that we would be on talking terms and not dating because I was going on tour and things could be a little lit. I wouldn't do anything but just so her feelings don't get messed up she decided to hold back on the whole relationship thing.
"You always judge me for how I pack my clothes, you not wearing them"
"But I watch you pack them and they always crushed. Like, do better nigga" she says snatching the rest of my clothes from me and folding them up. I went to grab my shoes and packed them in the bag with my caps and durags.
"You really don't want to come to one show?"
"Stoke I got schoolwork and Bebe, Ayana, and I suppose to spend time with each other because everyone has been out, busy, and stressed."
"Then all of yall can come to a show."
"Nah boo, you can do one tour without yo homeboys or us there"
"That doesn't mean I'm going to enjoy it though"
"You can facetime me. I will come to see you after all the Florida shows"
We locked eyes for a minute then I kissed her. "Ima hold yo ass to that shit," I say as she zips up my bag.
"Yeah whatever hand me the key's I'll drop you off at the airport"
I head off for tour shortly after that.
A Week In
I fucking hated this stupid ass tour. Nobody was rocking with me and I really wasn't rocking with them either. I mean niggas was cool but the RobStone nigga was fucking wild, I was not fucking with his vibe at all. I tried to stay on tour as long as I could, we were only four shows in and I already wanted to be home. There were times when I said I was going to drop off the tour and they gave me Rob's spot and maybe that's what made him not fuck with me, but that's not my problem that the tour managers doing that shit. I didn't want to perform but I was anyway. I facetimed May before I left out for the venue but got no answer, and I checked the time and realized that she was either asleep or in the shower not worried bout her phone. I just text her and let her know what's going on. So I head to the venue ready to perform
Tour Manager(TM): "So Ski we know you don't want to be here and for the last-minute change we decided that you can perform but you will not be getting paid for tonight's performance."
"Fuck you mean I am not getting paid?"
Rob$tone was already on stage performing and G Herbo was next. I was after Herbo and then it was Desiigner. If I wasn't getting paid I was not doing the show.
TM: "Yea man you can perform but you won't be getting paid so it is truly up to you but next performance you have to perform."
"Bro I am not performing. Can I at least go on stage and tell my fans that I won't be performing tonight?"
TM: "Yea man go ahead"
I walk out on the stage while Rob wasn't performing anything that way I don't look shitty. I asked him if I could tell the fans that I wasn't performing tonight. This dude sized me, rubs past me, and starts doing a song. I just stood there thinking that's mad rude because I wouldn't do that shit. So I was still standing there and then one of his guys tell me to get off the stage. So I walk off and leave the venue. I knew for a fact that in San Diego tomorrow I would turn that shit up. That was also in his own hood so I was ready now I wanted to be on this shit. I get back to my hotel room, turn on my tv and watch cartoons until I fall asleep.
San Diego
I was getting ready to go on stage and nobody was really hyping me up except for me and my guys that I brought. I told May what had happened yesterday and she was like 'let me know if I gotta come to fight that nigga because he can't be mad when his hairline already receding' I couldn't with her, she had me rolling after that. I get on stage and start singing take a step back when someone comes and try to sneak from behind. That's weak as fuck, then end up pushing me off the stage but I miss all the hits, jump back on stage, and then I get told I have to leave. As I was walking out I get 'jumped' by these niggas. They were on some gay shit, one of these niggas pulled my pants down being weird, it was bout 30 dudes there but I didn't get knocked out. Nor did I have any bruising. I was slumped for a little bit I won't lie but if you jump me with 30 niggas I should be begging for life not begging for food. Weak ass niggas, the word spread fast. They took me to the hospital where they made sure I didn't have any concussions or anything. May facetimed me when I was there.
"Wassup ma"
"Nigga I thought you got jumped?"
"I did but them niggas ain't do much"
"You look fine to me nigga. So I am confused as to where the proof is of being jumped."
"That video"
"Man them niggas is gay because they pulled yo pants down like thats weird."
"I know nigga but it's okay because I'm taking my ass to the studio!"
"Lol! You sure you good though baby?"
"Yea ma I am good as fuck, they should do it again."
"Boy shut up and go to sleep. I will talk to you in the morning alright?"
"Alright ma sleep well"
"You the same boo"
We hang up and I go to Instagram and record myself with a little message to that Rob$oft as tissues nigga.
That nigga know he can't fight me one on one and can't even jump me for real but now that nigga got issues with more than just me. When we get to Florida it was going to be a whole different deal.
