Work It Man

CAN'T FUCK WITH US

CAN'T FUCK WITH US

Still in Atlanta, Lovette decided it was time to make a dream come true for Zilla. He had been talking excitedly about collaborating on a song with her for weeks, and today she planned to surprise him with a recording session at a local studio.

Along with Zilla, she brought his cousins—Jon, Jacob, Joshua, and Trinity—hoping the energy of the group would inspire creativity.

As they walked into the sleek recording studio, the atmosphere was buzzing with anticipation. The walls were lined with soundproofing, and an array of instruments and recording equipment filled the space.

Lovette spotted Leland, known professionally as Metro Boomin, seated at the mixing console. He had a reputation for his innovative beats and had been integral in shaping Lovette's sound.

"Hey, Leland," Lovette called out, a playful smile on her face as she approached him.

Leland turned in his chair, his expression shifting from concentration to delight. "Vee, what I told you about calling me by my government name?" he teased, raising an eyebrow.

Lovette shrugged, feigning innocence. "I don't recall you saying anything," she replied, her voice lighthearted.

The familiarity between them was a testament to their collaborative history. Leland greeted the group with a nod, his charm making everyone feel at ease.

"Zilla," Lovette said, turning to her boyfriend, "we're going to record a song together today."

Zilla's eyes widened with surprise and excitement. "Both of y'all rapping?" Leland asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

Lovette nodded enthusiastically. "And I want Trinity to lay down some vocals because it's a love rap song."

Trinity perked up at the mention of her involvement. Lovette had always appreciated her vocal abilities, and the idea of contributing to the song sparked a flame of enthusiasm within her.

Leland leaned back in his chair, a grin spreading across his face. He had worked with Lovette before, helping her produce her debut album and currently wrapping up her sophomore effort. He was excited to see how this session would unfold.

"Awe," Zilla said, wrapping his arms around Lovette.

He was genuinely thrilled that Lovette wanted to do something special with him, a feeling of warmth enveloping him as he held his girlfriend close.

"Let him hear the beat so he can write his lyrics," Lovette suggested, glancing back at Leland, who was already pulling up a track on the computer.

Leland nodded, swiftly clicking through the files until he found a beat that resonated with the theme of love. As the sound filled the room, the vibe shifted. The rhythm had a smooth yet catchy flow that felt perfect for a heartfelt rap.

"Yo, this is fire," Zilla said, his head nodding to the beat.

He could feel the energy in the room building as he began to envision the lyrics flowing from his mind. He grabbed a notebook from his bag and found a quiet corner in the studio to jot down his thoughts.

Meanwhile, Trinity stepped aside, heading to the lounge area where a kettle of hot water was waiting. She poured herself a cup of tea, sipping slowly as she considered how best to approach her background vocals. Lovette had always encouraged her to explore her musicality, and this was a perfect opportunity to shine.

For the next couple of hours, the studio was alive with creativity. Zilla worked diligently on his lyrics, occasionally breaking out in snippets of rap, testing the flow and rhythm. Lovette, seated nearby, couldn't help but smile at her boyfriend's enthusiasm. She had always seen potential in him, and watching him embrace this moment filled her with pride.

"Hey, Zilla, how's it going over there?" Lovette called, her voice laced with encouragement.

"Almost done!" he replied, his focus unwavering. "Just need to nail this last verse."

As Trinity finished her tea, she joined Lovette, who was listening to Zilla's snippets of lyrics. "What do you think?" Lovette asked, her eyes shining with excitement.

"I think he's got something special," Trinity replied. "He just needs to feel confident in what he's writing."

Lovette nodded. "Yeah, I want him to express himself fully. This is about him too."

Leland chimed in, "He just needs to let loose. The best music comes when you're not overthinking it."

After a few more minutes, Zilla emerged from his corner, beaming with pride. "I think I've got it!" he announced, holding his notebook tightly.

"Let's hear it," Lovette encouraged.

With a deep breath, Zilla stepped up to the microphone. He adjusted the headphones, allowing the beat to wash over him.

As he started rapping, his confidence grew with each line, the words flowing effortlessly. Lovette watched him closely, admiring how he transformed, pouring his heart into the lyrics.

When he finished, the room erupted in applause. "That was amazing, Zilla!" Trinity cheered, her eyes sparkling with pride.

"Yeah, you killed it, uce," Jacob added, giving Zilla a fist bump.

Lovette stepped up next, her demeanor shifting into the professional persona she had cultivated over the years.

"Okay, now let's put the magic together," she said, ready to lay down her verse.

She had a natural ability to complement Zilla's style, and the dynamic between them made the song feel authentic.

As she recorded her part, the energy in the room intensified. Lovette poured her emotions into the track, her voice weaving seamlessly with Zilla's. Leland adjusted the levels, ensuring that every word resonated, capturing the essence of what they were creating.

Trinity listened closely, envisioning the harmonies she would add to elevate the track. The love rap was shaping up beautifully, a reflection of their bond as a couple and the support of family surrounding them.

After Lovette finished her verse, it was Trinity's turn. She stepped into the vocal booth, nerves bubbling beneath her confidence.

As the music played, she let her voice soar, harmonizing with the chorus Lovette had crafted. Her background vocals wrapped around Zilla and Lovette's verses like a warm embrace, bringing a new depth to the song.

Leland, impressed by the synergy in the studio, leaned back in his chair, nodding along to the beat. "This is going to be something special," he remarked, already imagining how the final product would resonate with listeners.

After two hours of intense collaboration, laughter, and creative exploration, the group felt a sense of satisfaction wash over them.

The song was complete, and it encapsulated their collective energy and emotions. Zilla couldn't contain his excitement, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he looked at his girlfriend.

"I can't believe we just did that!" he exclaimed, his face aglow with joy.

Lovette pulled him into a hug. "You did amazing, Zilla. I'm so proud of you."

Trinity joined the embrace, and soon the rest of the cousins piled in, a whirlwind of laughter and celebration.

As they packed up their things, Lovette exchanged a knowing glance with Leland. They both understood the significance of what had just happened in the studio.

It wasn't just about recording a song; it was about connection, family, and the dreams that they were all chasing together.

Stepping out into the warm Atlanta air, Zilla couldn't help but feel grateful. Today had been more than just a surprise—it was a milestone, a step toward realizing his own aspirations. He knew that with Lovette by his side, anything was possible.

"Let's do this again soon," Zilla said, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

"Definitely," Lovette replied, her heart full.

They were just beginning to scratch the surface of their creative potential, and she couldn't wait to see where this journey would take them next.