amari, dd, and maddy sat patiently on a couch outside of the booth that notti and ddot were recording their new song, evil twins pt 2, in.
originally, she didn't plan on going to the studio with the boys until she heard ndot's diss on her and decided she wanted to make one of her own. when she heard the lyrics, she listened to them over and over, trying to fully register with the fact that her name had been dropped in a song.
"if i catch little notti know he gettin hit see that nigga i'm uppin this blick ima shoot till i empty the clip after that mari givin me spits beatin her back while she rollin my spliff she like ndot you really so diff them oy niggas ain't never on shit all of them gettin put on the list"
she knew that everyone knew about her affiliation with the sugar hill drill rappers being that she appeared in tons of their music videos, youtube videos, and was constantly posted on their social medias, but it never really occurred to her that people would start dissing her in their songs. she had rapped for fun before, occasionally freestyling with the boys in the studio, but she had never considered taking it seriously. not until after the diss when dd proposed that the group, minus maddy who didn't rap, should release a song together. amari agreed and began working on lyrics for her verse that same day, in preparation for this moment right here. the only thing that she struggled with was what name she'd go by, but the boys eventually convinced her in favor of mari osama.
dd was holding her phone, reading over her lyrics and smiling as he nodded his head. she hadn't showed them to anybody yet because she had to make sure she was fully okay with them first. he finished reading around the same time that notti and ddot finished recording and handed back her phone as they exited the booth.
"yo bro, mari's verse is tuff no cap." dd says, dapping the girl up. notti reaches for her phone to read it too but she quickly pushes his hand away.
"nah nigga you boutta hear it." she says, standing up and smoothing out her clothes. "pull up." she says, walking towards the booth and gesturing for the boys to follow her. they all enter the booth and put their headphones on, ddot sending the sound director a thumbs up to let him know he could play the beat. as the beat comes on they all nod to it, trying to catch on and make sure they had the right flow. they had previously decided that the order of the verses would be notti first, then dd, amari, then ddot would finish the song off. they all stood phones in hand waiting for their turn. amari watched and waited, smiling along and getting sturdy in the booth to her friends' lyrics. eventually, her turn came around causing her to stand straight at the mic, as maddy began to record her best friend.
"talkin hot tell ya bitch to get up wit me if i catch her send c-hii some company no cap these bitches can't fuck wit me cause i'm always keepin this gun wit me bitch and ya know what's up wit me i spin wit dd you know he gon dump for me and notti turn you into runtz for me lil ddot roll you in a blunt for me
maddy wit me she keep throwin shots killing bitches that keep talking hot drop my o you get put in a box she went missin for dissin my block yea that bitch she got beat wit the knock stepped back and watched her body drop i could never be scared of no opp notti gon up it and aim for his top
osama shit ima carry the name jack doa you catch one in ya brain keep some ice on my wrist like a sprain ya keep playin but shit not a game i had ya duckin you bitches is lame i'm wit that action put holes in ya face i'm onnat shit anytime any place and if i catch ndot im lettin it spray"
the boys grab her and shake her shoulders, hyping up her verse. as she finishes, she steps away from the mic and notices maddy recording, quickly wiping one finger under her nose then dropping the hat with the both hands.
ddot wraps up his verse and the teens take their headphones off, exiting the booth. ddot and notti each swing an arm around either of amari's shoulders, praising her lyrics as they walked back over to maddy. the girl smiles and thanks them, making little comments like "niggas acting like they ain't been know i was tuff."
maddy absentmindedly posts the video to her instagram story, captioning it "coming soon 🤫" and tagging all four members of the group. little did she know, it'd be the start of something big for the rest of the group. something she never imagined she could cause by posting a small snippet of a song in support of her best friend. something that would change all of their lives in ways they never would've thought.
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a/n: amari the rapper?! the reason i took so long to update was because i had made the decision to make her a rapper and then realize that i would have to write all of her lyrics.... anyways i wrote both songs that appear in this chapter like purrrr. LMAOOO i love ya. comment, vote, and as always leave suggestions -c 🫶🏼
