Uh, uh, I said it must be, cause a nigga got dough Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes
All I want to do is get enough sleep to make through my 8 hour shift tomorrow morning. However, when your neighbor is an obnoxiously inconsiderate and highly ignorant asshole who likes to blast his music all night long every day of the week...., it gets a little hard to even get a wink of sleep.
And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw Party like a cowboy or a rockstar Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off
I am tired of tossing and turning in my bed. I'm tired of being nice and trying to "ignore" it. I'm going next door to give this nigga a piece of my mind.
I threw my sheets back, slid into my slippers and grabbed my robe. I groggily marched to the front door and turned to the door to my right. The music was even worse from out here. There are always more cons than pros to living in an apartment building. I took a deep breath and banged my fist on the door.
No one came to the door soon enough so I banged even harder. The music cut off immediately and I heard rustling on the other side as if someone was rushing to the door, but not quickly enough. I grew more and more impatient. Do they have a fucking runway in front of the door?
I crossed my arms over my chest. I heard several locks being undone on the door and it flew open.
I was kind of caught off guard to see a shirtless man with cornrows at the door. He was actually decent looking...maybe a little more than that. I was in a daze before his voice snapped me from my thoughts.
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"Can I help you?" he asked with expectancy.
"Uh yeah. You can actually." he looked at me with slight confusion, so I continued. "Look, is there a reason why you need to blast your music above hearing level every night of the week? There are people who need to get up for work in the morning and don't have time to be up all night. So can you please keep it down? Because the next time I need to get up out of my bed to tell you to turn it down, it's gonna be a McDonald's snack wrap. Got it?"
"Got it. I'm sorry, ma. You won't have to worry about nothing else." he gave a small grin.
"Good." I finalized and turned back to my apartment. Once inside I waited by the door to see if he'd play his music again to be smart. Surprisingly, I didn't hear anything. I checked the clock and saw that it was 3:00 am and I'd only be able to get four hours of sleep. I walked to bed and fell asleep immediately.
*RING* *RING* I slammed my finger on my phone screen to stop the alarm. I have no energy. But I can't miss work with the holiday season coming. I'm gonna need all the money I can get.
I hopped in the shower and washed up, brushed my teeth, dried off and moisturized my skin. I put on my work clothes, did my hair and makeup, grabbed my purse and made it out the door. I checked my watch and saw that I'd have just enough time to grab breakfast before clocking in. I closed the door behind me and turned to lock it. I heard my lovely neighbor open his door to the left of me.
"Good morning." he smiled.
"Hi." I retorted not looking up.
"Look, I'm sorry about last night-"
"You mean this morning...?" I corrected.
"Yeah..." he scratched the back of his head. "Well, um I just wanted to apologize again. Can I buy you breakfast to say I'm sorry?"
I looked to him and checked my watch, "I guess I have some time left before work."
"I can take you to work if you don't mind." he flashed his bright, white teeth. He has a pretty smile. And he's really cute. Plus, he was nice enough to keep it down after I was kind of rude. I guess I should let him do me this one favor.
"Yeah. I don't mind." I smiled back.
"Aight! Let me go grab my keys." he stepped inside his house for a split second and came out flashing keys to a Lexus. "You ready, ma?" he asked I can tell he's from NY.
We made it to the parking garage and he drove us to a small cafe. We ordered coffee and drinks and got two muffins.
"So, I never got your name miss sassy." he started the conversation.
"Y/N. Yours?"
"Rakim. But I go by A$AP Rocky."
"Hm. That sounds like the name of a rapper." I said sipping my coffee.
"I am a rapper. I'm apart of A$AP Mob."
"Oh so that was your music that you were playing?"
"Yeah." I smiled proudly.
"It's really good." I admitted.
"Really?" he asked surprised.
"Mhm." I nodded, "I'd just rather hear it in the daytime when I don't need to get up at the ass crack of dawn." He laughed and thanked me.
"So what do you do? You look a lil' dressed up to be going to work."
"Boy, please. I just threw this on."
"If that's what you call throwing something on for work, then I'd like to see what you look like outside your work clothes." he eyed me up and down and licked his lips.
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My heart fluttered and I blushed a little. He is so damn cute. He is what I like to call a pretty boy. "It sounds like you're asking me on a date Mr. Rocky." I smirked.
"Would I be overstepping my boundaries if I am? I'd love to take you out, maybe show you some more of my music, too..." he reached over the table to grasp my hand, making me blush.
"...if you can get me to work on time, then I'll gladly let you take me on a date."
"Then let's not waste another minute, fashion killa." he winked.
Let's just say I made it to work with several minutes to spare and I became someone's new number one fan. 😉
