No Strings Attached

09

Excuse all mistakes.
Cj
Me and Juice were about to leave the club. It was fun and all but I really wasn't into clubs, too much shit be going on at once. Plus I like know where all my nearest exists are. With clubs you never really know. On our way out we got stopped by Gerald.

"Aye wait." He said tapping me.

I turned around and tapped Juice to stop him from walking. I don't know what he possibly want, I didn't even know he was a Dj. As far as I'm concerned he was a nigga who owned a lot of jewelry stores, not a Dj G.

"Y'all niggas need to come through." He said glancing at some Mexican hoes walking by.

"Come through where?" I asked looking over at Juice. He was typing aggressively on his keyboard.

"The studio." He said waving at some niggas.

"Nigga do I look like a rapper?" I said pulling out my phone.

"Yeah you actually do. Juice I know you know how to rap." He said. Juice looked up.

"That was when I was 17. Plus I just playing was around." Juice said taking a pull from his blunt.

"So imagine what will happen if you try. Look come down to the studio. Might not be today or tomorrow. Just come." He said walking away.