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seventy - 8:38pm

Cruising around, letting go of any type of stress, and blasting today's trap music at the maximum volume, to the point the fast hi-hats and heavy bass will damage the car's speakers is one cure to your favorite Toronto finesse squad. Well, if you want the best trap, explicit music, you'll have to let Elijah connect his phone to the aux cord, because his Spinrilla account is loaded with latest songs from 21 Savage to YFN Lucci. Well, you would expect Elijah to have this type of music because where he's from.

Speaking of Elijah, he suddenly changed another song that's produced by Zaytoven━Last Time by Gucci Mane featuring Travis Scott. In the car, the loud radio is the only thing that's making a sound. If anyone decides to speak anyway, the blaring music will dominate every sound. That's what Jacob likes, who's controlling the wheel with his right hand, going little miles over the road's speed limit, and flickering ashes from the half-blunt out the open window. A blunt that he kinda regret on smoking at the moment.

From what's going on inside his head and digging this song, Jacob presses the volume control a little more higher. He had a few tickets for having the music vibrating through the community's concrete, so from now on, he still don't care. He would get a scowl from his parents every now and then for blasting his music pretty loud outside the house. He doesn't care what type of disturbance he makes.

Elijah change the song again, this time to Lockjaw by French Montana featuring Kodak Black. As much Jacob likes this song, but he actually liked the last song. So, he turns down the volume with the controls on the wheel.

"Turn back," Jacob demands, and the first time he said anything after a while.

"Nah, I know what you wanna listen to," Elijah smiles, scrolling in his playlist. "But gimme your phone so I can download that song."

Jacob didn't know the guy to his right would let the speakers play X, produced by Metro Boomin. A song that started to grow on him, because he could definitely relate to the lyrics.

"No no, turn to Bad Guy," Bryshere, who's in the backseat, requests.

"I'm a fuckin bad guy, nigga!" Elijah recites the song's intro before finding and tapping the song. At this point, Jacob doesn't care what song anyone play, at least the artist better not be lame and the lyrics better have inappropriate content.

He loves practically speeding with the music loud whenever there's so much going on in his mind. And right now his life at the moment is still fucking with him. For the second time, he got arrested, and his parents bailed him out earlier this morning. He didn't even get any sleep, and he have felt physically tired for a while now. Just because Jacob's out of a jail, all of this shit ain't over. It's far from over. It needs to be some justice for Rayan━as much as Jacob want it to be over.

Jacob just needs to know who tried to kill his best friend. His revenge is so sweet.

"I fucked his baby moms he's a mad guy!" Bryshere lungs forward from the backseat, to face Jacob's side profile, raps along to 21 Savage. "Nigga you ain't gettin' no money you a sad guy!"

Jacob wanted the courage to at least pistol whip Bryshere back in his place, that's how irritated he is. But no, that wouldn't be nice, so the nice thing to do is kinda ignore both of them and just keep his foot on the pedal, giving the main window a dark glare.

"She seen the savage and her panties went to droppin' ain't it," Elijah mention a line in the bridge.

"Shut up bitch, you're all over the place," Bryshere snarls.

"And alright what I like that part?" Elijah questions sarcastically.

"Alright, time for No Advance," Bryshere abruptly grabs Elijah's iPhone, turn down the volume, and Elijah snatches his phone back.