Yg
"Whats brackn' mustard", we shook hands and I took a seat on couch
" Working you know how I do. I'm tryna get this music out, you good tho I heard bout everything ". I nodded getting comfortable in the seat " Yeah I'm good ,my mama was tripping cause I walked out the hospital the same night with out saying shit ". He shot his head at me.
" I bet she cussed you out". He chuckled . "Manne.. Nah". I smacked my lips and frowned . " Nah , she wasn't cussing me out she was just like, boy whats wrong to you you been shot and I had to tell her these mother fuckas can't stop me ; I just needa walk it off".He nodded
"You know man all this shit , going on is just stress gaining on yo shoulders I think you needa get in the booth and start going just rapping say everything that's on yo mind ". I actually liked the idea of that ,I got up and went in the booth he played a beat for me and started to just go saying everything how I felt ,what happened ; just everything.
I'm like damn
Did the homies set me up?'Cause we ain't really been talking much
I know that sounds sick
My thoughts dark as fuck
Like the barrel of the pistol I saw when he sparked it upProlly was mad as fuck when I walked out the hospital
Stupid ass motherfuckers
Thinking they was going to stop gizzleHad my pops mad, my momma sad, my sister feel bad
My lil bro still madSomebody got to pay for that.....
I kept going just saying the first thing that popped in my head as the beat just went it felt like weight was lifted off of my shoulders
I’m about to say fuck it and start squeezing without aiming
I got trust issues if I don’t fuck with dude,My body language gon tell him I don’t fuck with you
I can’t sleep at night this shit unbomftable
Having nightmares of me coming for dude
Having a hard time putting together two and two,They was in a brand new truck Somebody sent them dudes
They knew the code to my gate
That was awkward Answer this I got a million dollarsWho Shot Me ? Motherfucka who shot me?
Ion know who shot me ? Motherfucka who shot me?
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Once the song was finished Mustard let me listen to it , I just needed to add some stuff to it but so far it sounded real as fuck ."Thank yah mustard ".
" Nigga its cool , you know I'm hea fah you tell my niece I said wassup ". I nodded and walked out getting in my car thinking about everything.
I pulled out his driveway and drove to my mama house.
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_______________________While Yg recording music ,Ken was still in shocked about what he found he couldn't believe it this is the filling to his puzzle piece . He heard a door open from downstairs he tried to brush it off thinking it was something else until he soon heard footsteps he was thinking it was cops so he hurried and tried to take the tape that had the evidence and several shots were soon fired at him. The man took off his hoodie and grabbed the tape placing it in his pocket. " Come on ,let's go you got it right". Another man said.
"Yeah ,let's get the fuck outta here". They both got in the Black Van and disappeared in the dark.
To Be Continued
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Who Shot Me
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