LIFE ITSELF (A CHRISBROWN LOVE STORY)

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE: THIS IS LIFE (KEEPER OF MY HEART)

We sat around till I was almost time for Deanna to go on stage I soon heard her door unlock and she came out with this weird look on her face she wasn't her happy self she walked out and went to her spot and closed her eyes and I went to her and wrapped my arms around her and kissed her on her cheek and walked to the side and she gave me a side eye and winked and a smirk. Once she got on that stage I saw a knew side of her she was on point every song she did was a rap and she had the crowd going crazy might I add she looked good in a pair of my black B.P Sweatpants and black and gray Js and a Black, Black Pyramid TV Head Hoodie

"Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch" voice over

"Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer

swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia

Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner

you don't want start Jones, 'cause the F is for Finisher

so misunderstood, but what's a World without enigma?

two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers

got the girl twisted 'cause she open when you twist her

never met the bitch, but I fuck her like I missed her

life is the bitch, and death is her sister

sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' family picture

you know father time, we all know mother nature

it's all in the family, but I am of no relation

no matter who's buying, I'm a celebration

black and white diamonds, fuck segregation

fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut

Young Money running shit and you niggas just runner-ups

I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on doing this shit

Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish" she raps her whole swag and attitude was different she worked the crowd

"Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch"

"I'm going back in

okay, I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded

I think you stand under me if you don't understand me

had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy

but hoes gon' be hoes, so I couldn't blame Tammy

just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest

I beat the beat up, call it self defense

swear man, I be seeing through these niggas like sequins

niggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end

talking to myself because I am my own consultant

married to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery

you full of shit, you close your mouth and let yo ass talk

young Money eating, all you haters do is add salt