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"Cashing out, bitch
Hey, yeah, aye
He said that he talking money
Speak up, nigga, nobody heard ya
She said I'm movin too funny
Racks up, shawty, I gotta curve you
Remember running off a pack
It's in the hood what you need, Imma serve you
Broke bitch get back, if she ain't talking chicken then I'm allergic, heyy
Imma pull up and I'm flexin on purpose
Aye, Imma smoke this jat and get honey bourbon
Hey, diamonds on me, shawty, why you so nervous
Shawty, I'm hot like the furnace
Imma go and get the Wraith, swervin
I need a cape, woke up seeing all of my dreams
These niggas turn fake, fuck niggas, ain't on the team
They should have nothing to say
Niggas ain't tryna get to the cheese
Told them to get out my way, do the most for the loot, I'mma fiend
Told them to get out my way, do the most for the loot, I'mma fiend
Told them to get out my way, do the most to the loot, I'mma fiend
You could get hit with the K
Shooters running down make a scene
You could get hit with the K
Shooters running down with the beam
She all in my face want the diamonds, she don't really want me
She calling me bae and I want the pussy, but I really want green
Bruh keep talking this tough shit
But that nigga pussy he don't really want beef
Really get tied up, it's abduction
Aye, shut em up, throw em back in the v
Broke boy, change the subject
Ain't talkin' money, you ain't talkin' to me
She sucking seed like the rugrats
Told her pull up, told her get on her knees
Come here let me touch that, shawty bad tryna get in between
These niggas suspect, they too fake, had to roll up the weed
Hatch a Buddha, back right pour 4 in the lean
And I'm too clutch, 3 seconds and they passing to me
I'm like boo yah, I just hit a lick for the P, hey
You a loser, diamonds on me dance Billie Jean
Big body take up 2 lanes
I'mma do the dash like Usain
I don't give a fuck what you say
Imma get the cash, I'm too paid
Tryna get the cash, you too late
Diamonds they flash, kool-aid
All black jack dooms day
Poured a Fendi in the bag, who hey"
"Yooo, lil nigga got bars, you should hop in the booth more often." Said Jordan.
Jay smiled as he walked out the booth and dapped the older man up.
"Ion know yet. This whole rapping thing takes a lot of work and devotion. I'm trying to figure out if I'm ready for all of that."
"Didn't you say school wasn't for you."
"Yea b-"
"And didn't you say you didn't want to be stuck working no 9 to 5 job."
"Yes."
"So then Ion understand what the problem is. Yo might as well make money off of something you good at."
As Jay thought deeply on what Jordan said, but he then put his current situation into play. Last week Jay had found out he was a month pregnant.
For the past couple of days he'd been feeling sick. Vomiting, stomach cramps, headaches, and emotional breakdowns, he had all the symptoms.
Turns out, for some reason Jays has male characteristics but was born with a fully functioning female reproductive system.
So far Taymor was the only one who knew. All Jay could do is hope he did to run his mouth to Rakim.
Flashback
"This the third time you threw up today, we going to the doctor."
You know what imma go but they gonna tell me the same thing I been telling you, i just ate too much mixed up stuff."
