One Shots

fuck da haters | pnb rock

You sat in the studio; you had just finished your new song 'Big Brazy'

"Yeahhhh allat shit hard as fuck and y'all can tell them hatin ass hoes I said dat!" You yelled into your phone. You were recording on Snapchat and you were talking about all the haters who kept praying on your downfall because you were with Rakim and was happy.

It kind of got under your skin because you were trying to be the best you could be and he was already up there and you were just trying to reach his level of success without falling or listening to the haters. It was hard though.

"Hey baby." Speak of the devil. It was Mr. Rakim himself in his ugly Christmas sweater even though it was Christmas Eve. "Got ya some Taco Bell. I know how you like their quesadillas." He handed you the bag, that made you smile because he knows so much about you even though you two have only been dating for three and a half months. He's the type to observe and stay quiet rather than talk and not pay attention. You're that type.

"How was recording? Ya done?" He sat down on the couch that was behind DJ Esco who was mixing the song. You nodded then sat beside Esco in one of the black computer chairs and started to dig in to your quesadilla.

"You bein so short baby. You good?" He asked. You nodded then decided to come up with a witty reply since he already knew what you were mad about. "Well, I am only 4'11 Rakim."

He chuckled then pointed at you. "You tryna be on dat funny shit but I know you mad. Now wassup." He threw his trash in the trash can beside you and stood in front of you. He was so tall compared to you. And it didn't help that he was so skinny with a long neck.

"Esco you got it?" You got out the chair and threw your trash away. You rubbed his shoulders then patted his back.

"Yeah I'm coo. Merry Christmas y'all." He said with a wave. Him and Rakim dapped each other up before he walked to his car with you.

"Now tell me, Kayla, what's wrong?" He opened the door for you then hurried up and got in on the other side.

A gust of cold wind came inside the car since it was barely sixteen degrees outside. He started the car and quickly turned on the heat. "Mannn how the hell did you do this shit for 18 years?"

You rolled your eyes before laughing. You had become immune to the cold when you were about eleven. Ever since then, it doesn't affect you like it affects Rakim. He was born in Pennsylvania which is still cold but not as cold as Detroit.

"Anyways. Tell me wassup lil nigga." He patted his legs, indicating he wants your legs on them. You always did that when you two were about to have a long car discussion. You have them at least 5 times a week because they're reserved for when you're mad or when he is, or when something's on either of you two's mind.

"Nothing Rakim ughhh." You sighed. You hated talking and getting your feelings out because you had trust issues. You used to tell your best friend,Rocky, everything but then she folded on you and ended up exposing everything you said to her, to everyone. Now that's why you can't open up to Rakim like you want to.

"Babyy, come on its me." He gripped your chin and pecked your lips multiple times before playing with your brown braids. You smiled and slid your tongue in his mouth. "Uh uh, come on and tell me what's wrong." He said, making you laugh.

"It's just...your fans. They keep making me feel like I'm a trash ass bitch and-"

"Trash ass girl. Continue."

You rolled your eyes. "And it's just getting to me. Like I've been disregarding it but it's really hard because they'll comment on my Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat, even my fucking Facebook Rakim! And it's just getting old and they either don't understand that or they don't care." You ranted and looked at him. He had a straight look on his face, as always. It pissed you off because it made you feel like he didn't listen. "Fuck it. Never mind." You fodder your arms and pouted. You were such a huge baby.

"Baby, listen. I don't know how many times I gotta tell you this. If you don't have no haters, yeen poppin. And you got em. So guess what that make you." He looked at you to finish the sentence but you weren't gonna. You hated when he said that stupid shit. "Poppin suh! So get out ya fefes and be poppin! Go take some pictures, get some features, suck my dick. Forget all about them low life ass bastards and focus on you and your music. You know yo shit good. I know yo shit amazing. And your fans gobble all dat shit up, so stop bein sad and, just, disregard them haters. Shit, I couldn't think of a way to end my lil rant." He laughed which made you laugh because he has so
many different attitudes and voices, like a little kid. Like he can sound like a gay dude once then the hardest nigga out the hood next.

"Okay baby." You smiled and kissed his cheek. It's so weird how you can start out so closed off and mad then you two will end up happy and kissing.

"Ight den, now let's go home so I open one present I've been looking forward too for three months." He laughed. You chuckled at his cornyness then pecked his lips.

"Well Rakim. Betta hurry up so I can put it all on." You winked. He adjusted his pants and sped out the parking lot.

"Oh yeah baby, fuck da haters. Just focus on music and us, and you'll be successful."

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for @thatshortgalkay i hope you liked it !! sorry it took so long, i've been sooooo lazy