Ride With the Mob - A$AP Rocky

Chapter 24

This is short because the next one will be eventful asffff

Rakim Mayers

This morning I had a few meetings with record labels including Capitol, Interscope, and Sony. I woke up early but not as early as Symone, which I had a neutral feeling about. I made a mental note to talk to her later because early morning was not the best time for me--not to apologize for leaving right before she could cum but just for some closure. Oddly enough her saying she wanted me had me thinking pretty fucking hard, shit only made my attraction to her stronger which scared me because even I can admit it takes a lot for me to get attracted to someone past their physical looks.

I've been told that my singles Purple Swag and Pesos were on the radio by my mother, some other family members, and even the mob. I wouldn't have known if it weren't for them because I actually hate the radio, but I was so grateful I made it on there because new opportunities came my way: a record deal.

Of course I told my brothers about these meetings and they came with me. Capitol was cool but it wasn't what I expected. The only word I thought to use to describe the environment was stiff. The representatives here cracked a few jokes I forced myself to at least smile at, but none of it was actually genuine, which was what I seeked. Interscope was a definite no because their vision wasn't even remotely similar to mine. Both of these labels offered me $1 million, which didn't sound bad but I wanted as much as I could get.

Sony... Sony was the one that stood out the most today. When I walked in I was comfortable, and everything they explained sat well with me. The crew was fucking with it too, they even told me this was the one I had to sign to. And to top it all off, the deal was $3 million. After a few more meetings I will make my final decision but I'm 90% sure that I'll go with them, not even because of the money, but because I felt at home.

The division is named RCA Records and they told me I could build a brand for the mob with their help since many of them are also aspiring artists. If I'm doing something big my niggas doing something big with me. Everything I planned to do was in honor of Yams.

I had just left from a quick delivery and was currently on my way home. Hopefully Symone would be there so I could get everything off my chest.

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When I pulled up, to my luck, her car was parked outside. And just as I guessed, she was in the room I gave her... I was a tad bit nervous for a reason I couldn't even explain but I would still pull through with this.

Knocking on the door, I decided to take a deep breath to calm myself. I waited for close to sixty seconds before she finally opened it with a roll of her eyes, and I'm pretty sure she did it so hard that it twitched. I couldn't help but to laugh.

"What's funny?" She greeted in more of a statement.

"That eye roll, wassup witchu?" I answered as she sat back down on the bed, picking her phone up.

"Mm."

"Fuck is a 'mm?'," I air quoted, joining her on the bed.

"Whatever I decide it is."

"Ight, you buggin right now. Imma leave you alone," I responded, getting up to leave.

"Why?"

"Cause you acting mad difficult right now and I'm not tryna deal with all that."

"Forgive me," she said right before I could open the door. "Today just hasn't been a good day, and what you did yesterday had me confused as fuck, so I'm just not put together right now."

"I see... That's actually along the lines of what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Let's talk about it then. Sit down?" She offered, patting the bed.

I took the offer, starting, "Yo, yesterday I asked you what was wrong cause you was fussing and shit, and you really said you just wanted me. Nothing in addition to that, just me. Can the bold you come back and lay out your thoughts? I understand you but I need insight."

Nodding her head and smiling, she looked from my eyes to my lips. "And you said you wanted me too. Wassup with that, Rocky?"

"You know I fuck witchu, that ain't nun new." I shrugged.

"Okay well I guess I can just tell you then." There was a long pause before she finally said it: "I just want to contribute to you becoming a better you. I don't know how I'm gonna do that, but I know I want to. Drug dealing isn't the best income and even you know that, so music would be a great way to go, and luckily you actually have real talent."

"Word?"

"Word," she confirmed. "I just feel like I deserve more of you," she mumbled, playing with her phone case.

"Elaborate."

"We just connect on a deeper level, which I really appreciate."

"Mhmm, I agree. But if anything I deserve more of you, which we can really work on. We look like we together so why don't we just tie this shit up?"