K i l o

Chapter One .

" Ayo Cleo you straight ?"

Chris , my best friend and producer asked .

" Mhm .." I replied bobbin my head to the smooth beat. I liked how the bass sounded .

" You finna drop a bar on this or nah?" he asked .

I shooked my head no .

"Nah, that bitch done kill my vibe man."

He chuckled a bit . "You went ham on her though!"

Hell yea I did.. I thought with a yawn .

I turned my attention to the t.v , a reporter was just recalling what had happened earlier ..

" Just a few moments earlier , upcoming rapper Yung Cleo was found fighting another indivisual outside of the Hampton hotel in Manhattan . A bystander, Andrea Lockridge tells us what she'd seen ." 

A moment later , the camera cuts to this Andrea chick . If that's her name anyway . Here in Brooklyn , you can't go around snitchin ' on people like det, we'll find you and fuck you up .

Andrea begins speaking .

"I her ' a lot of cussin ' and yellin ' from the main lobby of the hotel . I quickly went in there and saw two gyals figh ' ting . One a ' dem grab de ' other gyal an ' drwag ha ' across de ' floor! by den , I quickly scream and call fo ' help ! "

Shawty better watch her back wit that thick ass Jamaican accent a ' hers . Snitchin ' on niggas an ' shit.

After Andrea's observation , they showed a video clip a ' what went down . All I gotta say is it was ' ugly . I sucked my teeth and rolled up a fat blunt , lit that shit up , and smoked it .

The whole world can kiss my ass to be fuckin ' honest.