dreams, fairytales, fantasies.

𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

Oakland, California. April 1, 4:01 P.M.

i take my headphones from around my neck and put them on. dre starts to play the beat.

"uh-huh, yeah-yeah"

"gio is eating a, uh, ice cream"

"with, uh, lots of caramel (bitch!)"

"i just had a ice cream sandwich, m&ms"

"on a eminem beat, ironically"

"yeah-yeah, three years"

"uh, uh, okay"

"i'm the type to come in the game and just launch pain"

"with a bronze frame and a tattoo of my mom's name"

"this industry has nothin' to offer beyond fame"

"time to take these niggas to school, lebron james"

"lesson one, i'm a bad teacher who gave the class seizures"

"smash divas, stash reefer in the lab freezer"

"i found the reefer andi stashed in the back of the lab"

"so i'm in class, smokin' gas, slappin' the class preacher"

"bring the house down on you hoes, queen latifah"

"i'm too fast, gettin' this cash"

"get in the way, get your brain bashed"

"chopper gon' smash, hittin' your face"

"i'ma tie up, just like a shoe, my flow laced"

"y'all niggas so fake, wash your face in my showcase"

"fresher than colgate, make hoes wait, i hold weight"

"bottle of rosé in a rolls, drivin' with road rage"

"for ten days, off xans, just tryna get paid"

the beat stops and i take off my headphones. i laugh, "thats the one."

gio chuckles. "i think we can leave it there for today, right?"

we been in the studio for almost 2 hours. it was very tedious, filled with a lot of backtracking and retakes to get what we just got. minus the intro, that was real and raw.

we're probably going to finish this in the next session now that we've gotten the hang of this.

dre stands up and hugs both of us. "alright yall, this session went real good. having to do things over is a good thing, that means your making the song the best it can be."

i stretch my arms. "i appreciate yall comin' out here for real. i dont know about yall but i had hella fun." everybody laughs a little bit at that.

mel also hugs us. "we should get goin' now, we got a lot of other shit to do. but, hey, next session is going to be some hard shit."

"oh 100 percent."

gio and i hug them and wish them goodbye, and then they leave.

i remember to text my homegirls now that our recording session is over, so i pull out my phone and text the groupchat.

𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙡 𝙠𝙞𝙙𝙨

yall still got my lo?

𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮
think so

𝙯𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙖
uhhhhhhh
no

𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧
nope