Unknown [ An August Alsina Romance ]

Fingers up

I storm out the house and call Stella so she can pick me up it went straight to voicemail. I couldn't call Alexis because she was out of town. I call up Bre and she agrees to pick me up. According to her this works out perfectly because we can get ready together to go out tonight. I wait a good 10 minutes before I see Bre's Mazda 3 Sedan pull up. I hop in.

"What's wrong with you?" She givesd me a look as she studies my face.

"Nothing."

"Mhmm." She drives off and heads to her apartment.

We get to her room and she starts raiding her closet.

"Bre?"

She doesn't seem to hear me she just continuous raiding.

"Bre!"

She jumps and drops the green jumpsuit that she had in her hand. "What?"

I sit on her bed. "I'm not going."

She sighs and joins me on the bed. "Why not heaven?"

"Don't call me that."

"Ima call you by what your mama named you. Now Ima ask you one more time. What's wrong?"

Bre always acted like a big sister and even though she came off as mean and shady in reality she was just super protective.

"I just don't feel like it. After all that's been going on in the past week I don't feel like myself."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Might as well."

"Why did you come to L.A?"

"To do my music."

"Right. So why aren't you? Do you want to be this one hit wonder."

"No..."

"Heaven, put this distress and passion into your music. We don't have to go out tonight and party but we are going to the studio right now and your gonna make another hit."

"Bre..." Before I can finish my thought she grabs my hand and drags me back towards the car. We get in an drive to Caps Studio. Bre said she knew the guy who owned the place. When we step in and Bre convinces the guy "Cap"; to give us a 1 hour session I almost walk right back out. This shit looks like a crack house. I go into the booth and get myself situated. Cap walks enters and sets up the equipment.

"Freestyling?"

I nod.

"You got a beat?"

I step out of the booth and hand him my phone. I point to the beat.

He nods. I go back into the booth. And the familiar beat starts up.

{ Intro }
Fingers up
Don't give a fuck
They know what's up
When I put them fingers up
Fingers up
Don't give a fuck
They know what's up
{ hook }
I know
these niggas kind of fake
Why these bitches all in my face
When they know I don't parley
They know
I'm used to going H.A.M.
I don't really give a damn
Put your fingers