𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐅𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐄

| fifty |

Chapter.50

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Niko strolled into Drake's living room in the Los Angeles House, he scrolled through his Instagram and paid no attention to what was happening around him. The house was near silent, which was rare. Something was always happening, crew, friends, and even strangers were always there. But with Aubrey and Charlotte's fight, Aubrey wanted almost no one there, just his brothers. The sound of a pencil writing on paper distracted Niko so he looked up from his phone and seen Aubrey in the corner of the room. He was sat at a table with a notepad, pencil, and a glass of some type of brown colored alcohol.

"Brodie, why ain't you in the studio doing this?" Niko asked, his eyes drifted to the glass again. He knew that Aubrey had been drinking a lot since Vegas. He looked over Aubrey's shoulder and seen the bottle of Cognac on the shelf, it was almost empty. Niko seen him open the bottle last night before everyone else went to sleep.

Drake looked up from his notepad, and Niko could see that the dark circles around his eyes had been darker than the night before, and his face was full of exhaustion. "And you didn't sleep again last night," Niko shook his head, "Motherfucker you need to sleep before you start hallucinating and shit."

The rapper ignored his friends comment and said, "I needed to get these lyrics on paper before I forgot them." He returned to his writing.

Niko put his phone in his pocket and approached the table. He leaned over the table and looked at the notepad with Drake's writing on it. "Lemme' peep these real quick." Drake quickly rolled his eyes, he clearly wanted to be left alone. But, he slid the notepad towards Niko.

Niko took a second and read the lyrics on paper.

I'm still working on me
And I'm coming back better for you
Most times it was my selfishness and
Your helplessness that I took advantage of

You sit in the house and I be out
And I know why you're worried, uh
And you try and block it out
I'm so sorry for letting you down

I should've came home, came home sooner        You'd probably still be there if I
Came home, love you like I treat ya
You'd still be there, My girl, my lil' baby speechless
You'd still be there, baby
I'm still working on me
And I'm coming back with a plan
And there's money in my hand, baby

You said I was fucking up when I was out here fucking fans
Damn, and I made you look crazy
Made you seem, made you feel, it was crazy      While you sit in the house
I be out and you stay worried about me

Nights when I just needed to hold somebody, Feeling overwhelmed, should've told somebody

Picture and it's me sending chills through your body. I just probably should've chilled 'til I saw you

How am I supposed to get to know somebody?
Nigga left his 20s and I still wanna party
I can not be trusted on my own with nobody
I can not be

If we broke it off then you know it wasn't painless

If she got a watch then you know it's not a stainless