4am in Compton {DISCONTINUED}

Mine Part 1. ☯

I just wanna say your mine, your mine

I just wanna say your mine, your mine

Fuck what they heard your mine, your mine

All I'm really asking for is you...

Your mine, your mine

I just wanna say your mine, your mine

Fuck what they heard your mine, your mine

Long as you know who you belong to...

Yo yo yo

I gotta pull up on ya

You gone make me have to pull up on ya

Don't go ghost on me I'm a go thriller on ya

I'm a just

I'm a let my hands do the talkin when I see you

Baby girl I miss feelin on ya

I miss everything that's real about ya

And that's everything about ya

That's just how I feel about ya

Been about cha and I'm still about cha

But

We ain't finished talkin

I told ya you don't needa worry

about dem bitches

All dem fives needa listen when the 10 is talkin

Cause they don't wanna see you happier than them

And girl you swear they all your friends and that's been a problem

You the one they hate this come with that

I know you think it's funny that your ex is not a runnin back

But that nigga came runnin back

You tell me you done with that

And I believe it's true

Long as you know who you belong to...- Mine x Beyonce ft Drake.

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C H A P T E R 11- Brooks

I smirked at Cash's expression as I strolled inta' da' office and sat down right next ta' Cash.

I lite up a blunt and inhaled da' intoxicants.

"Wassuh' buddy." I smiled at Cash, who had a uneasy expression.

Rah chuckled lowly as he took out sum' papers.

"Rah, you said he wasn't coming?" Cash hissed.

"Look nigga, I'm finna address yo' ass inna' couple mins. So sit tha' fuck down,

put ya' hands in ya' lap and shut tha' fuck up. Aight? Ight." I snapped, turnin' my attention ta' Rah, who wa' smirkin'.

"Alight. Down ta' bidniss'?" Rah asked and I nodded, leanin' back in my chair.

"So Wasssup?" I asked, smokin' in Cash's face.

He scrowled in disgust. "Nigga can you stop?"

I sideyed him. "Did I ask you ta' speak? I ain't think so. So shut yo' ass up."