Ambitions Of A Rider(Urban Fiction) 3

Chapter 1- Catching Up

Picture of everyone at the top along with new characters

Authors Note:It's going to be a lot of confusion with every ones kids meaning there ages and grades so I'm going to tell you who's what. I've changed their ages too.

Princeton is a Senior he just turned 18

Jordynn is A freshman in college she just turned 19 (she was always a year older than Princeton)

Alaina is a junior she just turned 17 her birthday passed.

King is a sophomore he is 15(he skipped grades because of how smart he was. Alaina had that opportunity but didn't take it)

I wanted them all going to the same school.

11 Years Later

Kennedy

Me and Elijah were headed to the mall to do some shopping for us and because we took the kids yesterday. Ryda by the game ft dej loaf started to play on the radio. That was me and Elijah's shit. He cut it up and we started to rap to the song.

Play The Song(that was the only one I could find)

Elijah started to rap the games part

"My ambitionz of a rida-da-da
Put her in a YSL and that Prada-da-da
Keep the pistol on the side-da-da
In the Lamborghini smokin on that la-la-la" he said. He turned to me and rapped.

"She got her hair in the wind, eyebrows on fleek '15 Bonnie & Clyde, Nicki and Meek
I gave her keys to the condo, keys to the Jeep
Say "You jigglin, baby", gave her the whole damn fleet" he said touching my chin.

Then I began to rap dej loafs part while rubbing on his arms as he drove.

"I always ride for you baby, and when shit get hard
You know I pull up on the side of you, baby
Yeah, I met him in a dope gang, he had no name
Back when you could get a half or a whole thang" I said and that shit was true besides him not having a name for himself.

Elijah went after me. "Back when all ever needed was the cocaine
Bricks in the 600 why they call me Raw Game
40 in the Sti dash fuck around and be road kill
With the top down feeling"

We both started singing the chorus.

My ambitionz of a rida (rida, rida)
My ambitionz of a rida (rida, rida)
My ambitionz of a rida-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
My ambitionz of a rida-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
My ambitionz of a rida

"No whip now we in the Ray Roll Range
Keep it gangsta pricy, one of them cold things
Wit ya, noooo, I ain't mad at ya
Get out of line, probably throw a couple jabs at em" I rapped.

"Hit the Rodeo, probably throw a couple bags at ya
In my 2Pac voice - I ain't mad at ya
Take the wheel, see if you can drive while I eat it
My fitted flew off, but I don't need it, tell me what I need" he rapped

"You need a bitch that's gonna blast, spend cash with ya
Same time fuck good, drive fast for ya-" he cut me off.

"Yooo, you be into this song." He said pulling into the mall parking lot. I cut the radio down.

"You know that's my jam and-noooo how did they know I was here?" I said referring to the paparazzi in front of the mall.

"Did you tweet something?" Elijah asked.