Onika Maraj never liked hanging out with anybody she kept her head in the books and kept to herself..
Chris always watched Onika from afar because he was curious about her,she never gave him any attention.And she always looked upset about something...
I sat down in the office as my father went off on the principal.I only had my father my mother was on of his hoes and she ain want nothing to do with me.The only person I trust and care for is my father no one else.
Why have friends when you got Jesus and God.My dad was a pretty scary looking guy and certain people knew he ran a drug buisness and he was also a rapper but he refused to sign to any record labels he just ran with his gang the FGE cyphers.

You could tell I got my personalitu from him.And everyone in Chicago knew better than to mess with me. "My daughter was attacked and she had ro defend her self she ain getting suspended!"He said.
"But your daughter hit her back and made her choke on a sandwich."Mr.Crayolé said back. "Aight potna."My father spoke as he wrote down something on a piece of paper before writing something. And slid the paper over to him. Mr.Crayolé nodded and threw the paper away.
"Alright she wont be suspended but shes gonna have to leave the scool premises for today and come back Monday."
"Alright thats cool for me and handle your students,Id hate for someone to have to go missing."He spoke as he got up. And I got up as well walking out we stepped into the hallway.
And he examined my face seeing the mark that Kahoochie left on my face. "Does it hurt?" "Not really I told ya im a thug G." "Whatever gimmie your stuff."He said and I gave him my book bag as he held it as we walked down the hallway when the bell rang.
People eyed my father some eyes filled with excitement and some eyes filled with fear.My father had fans but they were to scared to walk up to him and ask for an autograph.
If your wondering how I got a island accent,its because I lived in Trinidad with my grandmother for seven years while my father was in jail until I was in 7th grade was when he was released.
"I hate when people stare its all your fault."I mumbled. "Dont be a hater,that I got fans."He spoke as we reached the front doors and he opened the door for me as I walked out first.
And we walked side by side as we reached his car.And I got in the passanger side and he got in the driver side putting my book bag in the back seat as he started the car and I plugged my phone up to the aux and went to the playlist that said Dad and played it.
Than Wifin you came on this was my shiiittt. "I cut off all my bitches, only thing on my mind is you And whenever I'm hittin' it, I'm thinkin' 'bout spending my life with you Swag, while I be pipin' you Swag, I'm thinkin' 'bout wifin' you I make lots of money, but I still make time for you You're sweeter than honey, and these other bitches ain't fly as you Swag, while I be pipin' you Swag, I'm thinkin' 'bout wifin' you!"
"Watchu know bout this?"He asked with a smirk as he pulled up to the Burger king drive through. "Oreo milkshake and fries?"He asked. "Yeah."I responded as I continued talking.
"And watchu know bout this I made this song."I joked. "Yeah right this my song."He scoffed. "But I make it sound better."I replied. "Alright lil smart ass."He said leaving me be as I continued singing along to the song as I turned down the music.
As he got our food and I got my milkshake. "Thank you,and guess what I finished my remix to Chiraq."I said scrolling to the Chiraq instrumental. "Aight lemee hear it."He said.
I nodded pressing play on the instrumental. "Aight ."I said waiting for the right time to jump on the beat.
"Ain't yellin' cut, when it's shootin' time Sign up, it's recruitin' time Big wigs, with a suit and tie And them big things got two inside Fuck wrong wit' these ho niggas? Don't do coke, I don't blow niggas I don't tell niggas, I show niggas And it's never less than like 4 niggas (Four-four) 4 wings and some french fries Hot sauce and ketchup nigga He telling and he hiding But real niggas still catch a nigga Cop Raris? I don't test drive 'em Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em These niggas that I roll with Don't let a single thing get by 'em King pins and them drug lords Chi-Town, no gun laws Broke bitches that talk shit? Now them the bitches I stunt for Malcolm X daughter, came at me Lookin' ass niggas ain't happy Rolled out with some Latin Kings And some eses in 'em plain khakis Smack bitches, no smack cam Closed fists, no back hands Pop pussy on a hand stand They suckin' dick like it's band camp Call Webb and then call Nitty Queens niggas in, it's all hoodies Kidnappin' and then rob niggas Call D-Roc for a biggie Pussy ass little rap niggas!"
"You wanna be me so bad you my son."He said. "But that was fire though." "Thank you,you see how it was so easy to rap without screaming the words."I said.
"I like it better when you dont talk at all."He joker shaking his head as he got on the highway. My phone dinged with a notification on istagram.
Im a model and not one of them fake ones.Ive done gigs since I was 13 and not them lingerie photoshoots.Im talking about dancing in commercials and modeling brand name clothes including my fathers clothes.
I got on IG seeing people were liking my new photoshoot picture that I did last Saturday I decided to upload the pic this morning.
I don't let nobody from my school follow me cus ive gone this long without being noticed. When I hit puberty my father almost had a heart attack.But he ain care cus I really dont show my body off like that not even in the photo shoots.
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I saw all thw comments and likes that I waa getting.I was a senior in high school I couldn't wait to go to college.I wanted to design my own clothes and I wanted to do my own animation like make cartoon shows and cartoon movies for grown up and kids I really didnt wanna be a rapper I think its only cause I got the skills from my father.
I saw a follower request from a Cbreezy. I looked at his profile and instantly got annoyed and denied his follow request and blocked him so he couldn't DM me.
I wish I could do something petty on the snap but I deleted it cus snap chat was to personal and that's what I already got Twitter for.
Wait didnt Lil Uzi say that in one of his songs?Who cares I cant remember. "Im so happy that its Friday i-."
"What the fuck you mean they killed my moms?!"Dad shouted into the phone and my eyes widened. "I swear im killing them they killed my mother son fuck!"He shouted hitting the steering wheel.
"They killed GG?"I asked. "Yes mane."He croaked.And I felt tears well in my eyes she might've been my grandmother but she was a mother to me. "No.."I mumbled as the tears fell down my face.
