Adopted By NBA YoungBoy 2: A Toxic World{An NBA YoungBoy Story}

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Mariah Jones ★

I was about to perform one of my other songs called ‘Wanna Be’ and I just knooow this might tickle a couple anger bones on some people but oh fucking well!

“He in love with Ri
Never got the cookie but got my name tatted
Killer where? Don't know who he killed
I heard that man ratted
Never full, when it's time to eat
I be his main platter
NYC, New York Fashion Week
Tommy Hil jacket
Tell these hoes to stay dangerous
‘Cause nan one of they niggas safe
My nigga say he faithful
I still got a few hoes just in case
I can't lie I used to simp so hard
But them my old ways
It's 365 days in a year
Don't play with me on none of them days
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Fuckin' ass freaky nigga
Don't even wear no condom
Don't know how to treat a lady?
I oughtta smack yo mama
Pussy wet, good ass neck
So I talk how I wanna
Save a nigga who?
Bitch do I look like fucking super woman?” I rapped

“Yesss, let's goooo!”

“He don't wanna be saved, don't save him
That is not my nigga, don't claim him
‘Bout 20 missed calls he faded
White boy wasted, Channing Tatum
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He don't wanna be kept, don't keep him
He don't want the baby
Then bitch don't keep it, hoe
Ion get left, I'm a leaver
Hoes love me like Justin Bieber.” I rapped

“Aye, I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T
Same hoes hating used to wanna be besties
You can get your wig turned like Effie
Ion need insurance ‘cause a bitch can't wreck me
Ready, whole night I'm coming like Freddy
I'm mother and you know my trick is your daddy
Clock that tea, bitch catch it
You look like a discount me on Etsy
I'm the female Titan
I'm stepping on bitches, I'm showing my titties
I tore up the city
A P-I-M-P, I be hoe'ing these niggas
He run back to me ‘cause you borin' the nigga
Fuck is a layover? I ain't waiting
I get the bag then I change destinations
These niggas be crazy, ion blame ‘em
I'm a dog too, ion wanna change him
He don't wanna be saved, don't save him
That is not my nigga, don't claim him
‘Bout 20 missed calls, he faded
White boy wasted, Channing Tatum
Ion wanna be saved, don't save me
You for everybody nigga don't claim me
Hate a nigga tryna tell me what to do
You ain't my daddy, I'm not your baby.” I rapped

After that the music cut and the audience was just eating my performance up. But then the music for Type Shit came on and I was so excited to be performing this for the first time with the Migos... Well minus Takeoff, unfortunately. This was a song they had vaulted up and Takeoff is on it but of course he's not here to perform it with us.

“Soo blow, shots get to firing
‘Cause them niggas got to hittin’
Made ‘em spin twice
‘Cause I swear I thought he missed
Fuck that small shit, I got ice on my wrists
Still keep my hands dirty
I'll wash ‘em til' it's drenched.“ Quavo rapped

Fast forward to my verse and I really thought I slid on this.

“Look, I say this the type shit
Bitches love to type shit
I pull up Marin Sierra
You know in some tight shit
My accountant think I'm gay
All I do is buy shit
From the projects to the private jets
I been a fly bitch, muah
Once hoes start doing bad
They need something they can blame it on
Bitches couldn't be as hot as me
In the summertime with a blanket on
Bitches really be puppets
I'm in the lamb-chop and ion play along
Are you stupid, dumb, or slow?
Got these frames from Ricky O
All these verses I done slayed
All these looks that I done gave
Could've let these fuck hoes down
But I let them ride my wave
Man these hoes looking real light
And this ass looking real heavy
Feel like ‘Yonce with this birkin
But I'm Rowland with this Kelly, right.” I rapped

“Type shit, this the type shit.”

After finishing the song with the Migos, I bowed and left the stage as the whole entire audience just screamed sooo loud.

“Amateur hour is coming up. Top that reaction bitch.” I said while handing my mic off to Megan

Yeah, she ain't that great of a rapper to get that kind of reaction. And during the little intermission time, they let rookie artists come on stage and perform or whatever and I found out she signed up for that since she couldn't get a slot for a real artist. It's just crazy because this girl wants to be like me so fucking bad bro.

“You killed it, oh my God! I'm so proud of you.” Samaria spoke as she hugged me

“Yeah you did that shit and as a token of how proud mufuckas are of you, we got you some flowers and shit.” Booka spoke

“Awwww! Thank you guys. These are so beautiful.” I said as I took the bouquet of flowers from Booka

When I really did pay attention though, there was money stuffed in between the flowers.

“Ouu, I'm about to go buy me a nice little surf and turf with this too, thanks.” I said

“It's some other shit in that bag. Ion know what females like for real so I got a female input and my BM helped out.” Durk spoke

“Okay, sounds nice.” I said

“Great show kid.” Graham spoke with his hand up

“Thanks.” I smiled as I gave him a high five

“I’ll take these.” Larry spoke as he grabbed the flowers

“Why does he do that everytime you get a gift?” Samaria asks

“Safety protocol, plus it's specially ordered from Brian. It was like that before I got shot. But ever since the shooting, he's doubled down on it real hard. They have to triple and even quadruple check things sometimes before I get it.” I said

“That is just crazy. You shouldn't have to live in fear like that boo. You're young, with a dope career ahead of you and people are going to mail you fan gifts and stuff from their brands sometimes too. But I get it, safety first.” Samaria spoke

“Yeah.” I said

“What time is it?” Graham asks as he looked around for a clock

“It’s 11:24.” Larry spoke

“Oh shit! My flight.” I said

“Nigga you flying private.” Doodie spoke causing Booka to hit him

“She knows that.” Booka frowned

After getting cleaned up and changed, I gathered all of my stuff and left so I could make my flight back home. I had an event at the group home 2 days from now and I still had so much to do. So I wanted to get home and get that stuff going ASAP!

Calling all of my beautiful readers! How are y’all doing today?

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