Onika's Pov
"Ya really expect me to trust yuh Chile! You shot your own brother get the fuck out of my house now!" My mother said kicking me out at just 16 years old.
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[Verse 1]
I just heard that I was the baddest in the town
So I came down and had to pick up my crown
Went to Taiwan and had to pick up my wand
Now everybody wanna pick up my sound
Baddest underground since Harriet Tub
That's why when I come around they hurry and run
And I know it ain't math but I carry the one
Got a couple body guards that'll carry the guns
Yao Ming, I'mma need a couple Asians
Sayonara, bitches, on a Kawasaki blazin'
Ayo, Rihanna, gotta come up off dem bajans
Call Wyclef, I'm a need a couple Haitians
Now where my West Indies?
Where the fuck my curry chicken and my rice and peas?
My madda cunt Trinis
My Jamaican bod gal, all my Guyanese?
"Nice! A next hit Nic, come out here man" Wayne said over the mic.
I exited the booth and was greeted by my lawyers, I dapped each one up.
"Okay Nicki, the contract is solid, it's up to you if you want to sign or not" Rexter said to me.
I nodded. I want to make it out this game alive. God knows I will. I took the pen from Wayne and signed the contract making me apart of Young money.
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10 hours ago.......
Beyoncé trippin man, she was just kissing me now she's kicking me out? Bet. I'm not even gon trip off her.
I saw a text from Ty telling me to meet at his girl salon. I drove to the destination getting a weird feeling in my stomach.
I parked the car not getting out, I looked around my surroundings and didn't see anything out of place.
I sighed and got up out of my car ignoring my paranoia.
That's until I heard gun shots.
Nicki Maraj has reportedly been admitted in the hospital.
Rapper itty bitty pronounce dead.
Nicki Maraj shot down in front of Queens Salon.
Beyoncé's Pov
I paced back and forth with my phone in hand not believing this news. She was just with me a hour ago.
I got her cousin number from my manager and I quickly dialed it, he answered on the first ring "Hey who's this" he asked over the phone, " It's me Beyoncé Wayne, Where's Nicki" I quickly asked not wanting to keep up a friendly chat.
"She's currently at Jamaica hospital medical center" He said, I hung up the phone and quickly ran upstairs to put on some clothes.
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"She got shot 7 times" Wayne informed me I can see the discomfort on his face, I instantly started to cry, 7 times???? How can she survive that.
"Is she you know?" I asked not wanting to say the word that everybody thought.
"No, My cousin is a fighter, she gon' pull through" He said bringing me into his embrace. I cried on his shoulder. I couldn't help but to feel guilty, If I didn't
Kick her out she would've been with me. I cried harder.
30 minutes of crying, The doctor finally came out with an update.
"We managed to remove 5 of the bullets, The next 2 wasn't so lucky, we're currently trying to get all of the bullet out but they haven't been any luck, she also lost a lot of blood but that girl in there is a fighter, literally " The doctor said, I cried again. They best take out those shit.
