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16.

Tyree

My attention is focused over on the beat that is playing in the studio, head bobbing along to it.

"You feeling something like this?" My engineer, Josh, asks tweaking up the beat some on the soundboard.

My producer, Kenny, says sum' before I do. "He better. I'm the one who made this shit."

"I fuck with it. This shit hard."

We were all bobbing our heads to the beat that was playing from the computer. I need to finish writing down my verse for this next song that I'm about to put out.

Taking a seat back down on the couch, I looked down at my phone, wondering why nun' of my messages wasn't going through in the group chat. I even tried to call on FaceTime, but it kept cancelling the call.

I'm thinking that my phone is trippin', but I went to look back at my messages and saw that it hasn't delivered. My brows raised as I wondered what the fuck is going on.

I haven't talked to both of them since earlier this morning and I was already missing them.

I start to think what could it be? It wasn't until I put two and two together. Something tells me this has something to do with Killa. Sighing, I ran a hand down my face in frustration.

"You good?" Kenny asks.

I look up from my phone and saw that he was drinking straight from his Hennesy bottle. It's just one of those nights where we chill and make a few shits together in the studio.

"I'm out, sum' came up."

"Come on, we still got a long night."

I shook my head, not feeling up to it. Sighing, I just get up from my seat on the sofa. "I'm not feeling it tonight. Maybe we can finish it up tomorrow or some shit."

They both give me confused expressions, not believing that I'm tapping out the studio session this early. My mind is just going to be on about Josiah and Pierre, so there's no point of me being here.

Without saying much of a word, I just leave the studio.

Time to address this shit with Killa.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

I banged on Killa's door aggressively pissed off the fact that he started this whole shit because he wanted to be messy. We for real through.

Killa swung his door opened. The second I took a good look at him, his face was all bruised and lip was busted. When he saw me, he rolled his eyes. "Mane, over there banging on my door like you 12. Better chill out with that, Tyree."

I pushed him and walked into his place, shutting and locking the door behind me.

His brows furrowed at me. "Who are you getting all aggressive with, nigga?"

"You. Who the fuck you think you are?"

"Yo nigga got a lil temper on him, Tyree. He lucky I wasn't strapped," Killa grumbled.

"The fuck did you do?"

"I saw them at the carnival, but I wasn't going to say shit until yo nigga got up and start pressing me. We going back and forth and he was pissing me off, so I told them how it was."

"I told you to apologize to him, not do nun' of that extra shit. Now they both ain't fucking with me anymore because of you."

"Wow, look at you blaming me. You could've left way before, it's not like I forced yo ass to fuck me. And it wasn't no promise that I was gonna apologize to the nigga."