|Chapter 1|

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Herb's POV:

I was at my hotel getting ready for the show I had in like a few hours. I was rolling up a fat blunt. I need some pussy but the one I want ain't even here.

"Aye bruh Tyme coming to the show?" Reese asked making some drinks.

"I don't know. Why?"

"You think she'll let me hit bruh?"

"Hell nah." I said licking the blunt.

"Why not?"

"Because that' s all me joe."

"Nigga you just fucking. Not like y'all date."

"So nigga. The realest girl I fucking know."

"Hold the hell up. That's who you made 'Pull Up' for?" Montana said sitting up.

"Yeah why?"

"Nigga you might as well make her yours bruh. You done made a whole damn song bout her."

"Hahahaha I swear."

I shook my head and lit my blunt. We set it in rotation and we smoked our life away.

POV Over

Tyme's POV:

It was tie for me to get ready. Before I do let me call Herb. He says hearing my voice before his show puts him at ease.

"Yo yo wassup baby."

"Hey boo."

"What you doing?"

"Nothing soaking in a bubble bath."

"Aye you should've came down to Detroit."

"I wanted to so bad. I promise but some things came up."

"Some things like what?"

"Just some stuff."

"Uh huh I hear you."

"Talk to you after your show Herb."

"Alright. Hit my line right afterwards or I'll hit yours."

"Okay I got you sweety."

"Bet."

I hung up and got dressed.

I finished and looked at the time

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I finished and looked at the time. I got thirty minutes to get there. I grabbed my ticket and my phone. I slipped the ticket in my bra and walked out of my room. I walked to the elevator and got on. When I got on I saw Chief Keef and Fredo Santana. I' guessing they was going to the concert. They both looked at me and smirked.

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