𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 [𝕕𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟 𝕠'𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟]

He Looks Familiar?

Y/N's POV:

It was a Friday afternoon, after class, when I decided to go out with a friend and my guitar to try and make some money for myself. We both made our way down to the Metro station in New York. "What are we even going to do when we get there?", My friend asked, "Sing. For money", I explained simply, "So like, prostituting our voices?", Alaina asked. I rolled my eyes, "Yes Alaina, prostituting our voices", sarcasm lacing my voice.

Alaina rolled her eyes in reply and looked out the window as we approached the station. "Just play the guitar please and we can sing together you know I need money", I begged Alaina.

"If you need money you could've just asked"

"I know but I need something that I've earned, something I can get on my own"

Alaina sighed and picked up the guitar, "What song?", she asked. I took a second to think.

"Psycho by Post Malone and Ty", I said smiling to myself.

"Damn, my AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload", I started out, the lyrics rolling off my tongue smoothly.

"Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends, though", A few people dropped a couple bucks in my guitar case

"You stuck in the friend zone, I tell that four-five the fifth, ay
Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ay
Try to stuff it all in, but it don't even fit, ay", I saw a twenty fall to the case

"Know that I been with the shits ever since a jit, ay
I made my first million, I'm like, "Shit, this is it, " ay
30 for a walkthrough, man, we had that bitch lit, ay
Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip". A couple twenties fell and I looked up to meet a pair of whiskey colored eyes like no others. "Thank you", I paused my singing. The man only nodded his head and smiled then went on with his day.

"Out the window of the Benzo, we get seen in the rent'
And I'm like "Whoa, man, my neck so goddamn cold"
Diamonds weigh, my teeths is sore
I got homies, let it blow, oh
My money thick, won't ever fold
She said, "Can I have some to hold?"
And I can't ever tell you no". I took a breath

"Damn, my AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload. Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload. Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends, though", I looked up and saw the same man from earlier a few yards away with his friend.

"The AP goin' psycho, my Rollie goin' brazy
I'm hittin' lil' mama, she wanna have my babies
It's fifty on the pinky, chain so stanky", I few coins heavily made their way down into the bottom of my case.

"You should see the whip, promise I can take yo bitch
Dolla ridin' in an old school Chevy, it's a drop top
Boolin' with a thot-thot, she gon' give me top-top
Just one switch, I can make the ass drop (hey)", The mans friend made his way over to Alaina and I

"Uh, take you to the smoke shop
We gon' get high, ay, we gon' hit Rodeo
Dial up Valentino, we gon' hit Pico
Take you where I'm from, take you to the slums
This ain't happen overnight, no, these diamonds real bright", He dropped in a hundred, my eyes almost popped out of my head when I saw the classic 100 sticking out over everything.

"Saint Laurent jeans, still in my Vans though
All VVSs, put you in a necklace
Girl, you look beautiful tonight
Stars on the roof, they matching with the jewelry", I nudged Alaina and showed her, she has the same reaction as me.

We both kept going until the song was over, which it was.

"Damn, my AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends, though". I heard the last note and sighed, "Who was that guy?", Alaina asked, "I don't know, but he looked really familiar for some reason", I said, shrugging my shoulders. "Yea same", Alaina agreed.