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KENTRELL D. GAULDEN 𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢𝟷𝟻𝚝𝚑, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 " NBA YOUNGBOY "
Kentrell sat at the center of the penthouse recording studio, his eyes fixed on the microphone in front of him. He was in the zone, rapping to the beat that was blasting through the studio's high-end speakers. But his concentration was broken when his friends burst into the room, laughing and joking around.
"Yo, top, what you got goin on?" Ben called out as he made his way over to the couch, followed by Kd, Joe, and Three.
Kentrell looked up from the mic, his eyebrows narrowing in annoyance. "Can y'all keep it down? I'm trying to record."
But his friends paid him no mind, continuing to chatter and joke around as they always did. Kentrell sighed and hit the pause button on the recording software. He took off his headphones and turned to face his friends.
"What y'all need?" he asked, his voice a little strained. He had been working on his album for hours, and he was starting to feel the pressure.
"We just came to check on you, mane," Kd said, grinning as he flopped down onto the couch next to Ben.
"Yeah, we heard you were up here recording, so we thought we'd come and keep you company," Joe added, grabbing a bag of chips from the coffee table and tearing it open.
Kentrell rolled his eyes. He loved his friends, but they could be distracting at times. He tried to refocus on the music, but it was hard with their constant chatter in the background.
"So, what you working on?" Three asked, peering over Kentrell's shoulder at the computer screen.
"Can't tell me shit 'bout nothin' he said He'll leave you dead, I know my nigga." Played throughout the penthouse.
