You and Rakim stepped out of your shared house and walked to your car. He walked slightly ahead of you in order for him to open your door for you.
"There you go ma." He said smiling, while gesturing for you to get inside.
"Someone's in a good mood today." You said a little surprised at his act of kindness this early in the day. You hopped into the car and he got into the driver's seat heading onto the empty road.
You plugged your phone into the aux cord and started to play Fashion Killa.
"I love this song." You turned up the volume and he actually recognized it was his music blasting through the speakers. His reaction was priceless. His lips stretched into a wide smile and he started to laugh.
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"Ayyeee," he started to sing. "Her pistol go, bang, bang, boom, boom, pop, pop." You sang with him.
"Cause I'm a fashion killa," you point to Rakim, "and he a trendy nigga."
"Uh oh, babe, you didn't tell me you got bars." He smiled and drove.
"Rakim I switched two words." You giggled.
"We needs to get you a mixtape, I've already got ya name- Chocolate Magic."
You laughed and playfully hit him.
"You a goof Rah."
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