rappers f. rappers

drake

drakes music had already been circulating the industry for a couple of years. kendrick knew of him, and heard a couple of songs on the radio. he just never really listened to him on a deeper level. kendrick was just laying in bed listening to music and one of drake's songs came on. his music  spoke to kendrick.

unlike future, drakes lyrics had meaning and emotion. his songs talk about drake's journey to success, his confidence, and the challenges he faced along the way. despite his fame and success, drake talks about staying true he to his who he is and not letting external pressures change him.
kendrick thought drake was more motivational and overall real as fuck. while kendrick loved future, he was starting to develop feelings for drake as well.

drake just had the sharpest juiciest jaw line ever. he had expressive eyes that just drew you right in. don't even get started on that killer style. he's got that fit and toned physique that compliments his style perfectly.

kendrick knew what he had to do. dm drakey drake on the gram. he wanted to keep this really casual. "heyy wassap drake. i love your music and was wondering if you wanted to talk more!!😄" drake replied kindly and gave kendrick his phone number. the two facetimed and it got 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 real fast! drake whipped out the stick on the facetime call and twirled it like a helicopter.

kendrick didn't know what to do. like future? drake? he decided on both. kendrick purchased a trap phone so he could contact drake in peace. they just connected on a level that future and him never did.

*texts between kendrick and drake on trap phone*

kendrick: wsp bro i was wondering if i could come over tmr

drake: hiii yess please that would be so fun

kendrick: perf ill arrange my private jet

drake: yay!! i can't wait to stick my shlong up you kenny🤭

and that's exactly what drake did. many many times. kendrick loved being petite and on top. he felt so powerful and tall. 5'5" is super tall!!! (maybe for like a 10 year old boy) kendrick's height was one of drakes favorite features about him. a bit weird, but kendrick didn't think too much into it. drake hadn't shown any interest in children.. yet.

when kendrick wasn't in atlanta, he was in toronto. kendrick practically lived on the plane because he was never home. he was always either at future's apartment or drake's house. whitney was kinda mad kendrick was never home but he didn't care. she basically was the side piece to his two mains, so he wouldn't actually look gay.

the whole rapper community would go into flames if anyone knew that they're all actually gay. the majority if not all of the songs surround themes of fucking bitches, getting money, and thuggin. they couldn't do this with a pink gun. so whitney, along with all the other rapper's girlfriends were just coverups. idk why whitney was even mad kendrick wasn't around. that just meant he wasn't around to beat the shit out of her.

unfortunately whitney began to get alittle suspicious of kendrick since he was never home. nervous, kendrick decided to plan a nice date at golden corral. kendrick thought the place was so romantic and wonderful. he also was heavily big backed and liked the idea of shoving buffet food down his throat. maybe that food would help him to grow taller.

kendrick put on his finest pair of jeans and a white polo shirt. the jeans was a gift from drake so he felt like he was bringing a piece of drake with him since he unfortunately had to go with whitney. the two were seated at a semi dirty table near a window with a gorgeous view of the interstate highway. whitney looked really annoyed. idk why, like kendrick planned this nice ass date and she was acting like a bum.

"why the fuck would you take me here? this restaurant is discussing. i thought you were taking me somewhere nice!!" angerly screamed whitney. kendrick was lowk half listening to her. he was too occupied with thinking about drakes bbl. "uhh wym baby this place is great 👍 😊" smiled kendrick. he didn't know what to do. well, he knew what he wanted to do. drake.

kendrick excused himself to the restroom. he called drake and asked if he could come over right now. of course, drake said in his voice "yess come over here right now kenny😛!!!"  kendrick hung up and starting jumping with joy with his hands in the air in fists. he walked back to his girlfriend and said, "hey i just threw up and am feeling super sick. i'll call ya an uber and be home later." then he left golden corral.

he immediately called jeanette to pick him up and arrange the flight to toronto asap. jeanette was there less than 5 minutes later. they were really close to the private airport. kendrick chose the golden corral on purpose due to its location and him being internally fat asf. kendrick was getting impatient because there was traffic. he almost punched jeanette, but didn't cause she wasn't whitney.

it felt like forever (10 minutes later) but they were finally boarding the plane. kendrick already had pre-packed bags on there since he traveled so much. the flight was alr. kendrick just slept the whole time. he woke up to jeanette shaking him, informing him that they arrived. kendrick got off the plane to see a kia soul with a strange driver. he was confused but got in.

this man was an uber driver. he was a 6'5 nonchalant dreadhead named jabari. jabari was kinda chunky tbh. he told kendrick about how drake had a suprise prepared so he called jabari to pick him up. jabari was such a fatty and hadn't eaten in almost 45 minutes so he was starving. "yo do you mind if we stop at kfc real quick" jabari said. kendrick was hesitant but agreed cause the golden corral was kinda gross.

they went though the drive through and after jabari tried to kiss kendrick. kendrick was loyal to drake and future so he politely declined. the rest of the car ride to drake's house was silent, except for the loud chomping noises hungry jabari made. jabari pulled into the driveway and as soon as he parked, kendrick  jumped out the car window. he's on ozipmec so it was very easily for his petite body to fit through. it was like a spec of dust flying out the window.

the walked into drakes house and his jaw dropped. he walked into the cozy, dimly lit house where you could feel the romance in the air. in the living room, a plush sofa is adorned with heart shaped pillows, and a soft, fuzzy blanket is draped over the back. the coffee table is set with a beautiful arrangement of red roses and a few scattered rose petals.

the dining room was elegantly set for two, with a center piece of candles and a trail of rose petals leading the way. the flickering candlelight filled the air with romance. drake's assistant brought out their meals. chicken fingers and fries.

kendrick and drake were HUNGRY. the two big backs absolutely chowed the fuck down on the micky d's. the two big backs big backs reached the the fry.  they romantically split a fry and kissed at the end. drake said to kendrick after the smooch, "now give me your micky d🤭😛"

kendrick made a lil 🤗 and starting skipping to the bedroom. the bed was covered in rose petals and decorated with heart and kiss pillows. drake just appeared and was looking at kendrick in a seductive way while biting a rose. he looked like the one dog in the animated disney movie. (idk what movie this might just be in my head) kendrick couldn't stop staring. he cummed just looking at him.

the two violently started having sexual intercourse on the bed. 69 times. a few of those in the shower, on the floor, or in the closet. they cummed so much they could have fully filled venti starbucks drink. i won't go into too much detail but like let's just say kendrick doesn't just like to hit whitney. kendrick is super kinky and loves when drake hits him, chokes him, or touches feet.
drake and kendrick has a connection like no other. they were two peas in a pot type shi. everything was good until one of them received a dm.