•Jahron~Party
"She call me like she can't wait, she want it now, now, now, now
I give it to ha' that way, right now, now, now, now".
"Aite, take a break". I nodded and stepped out of the booth after dapping up the guys and Drizzy. I smiled noticing Taj big head ass sitting on the couch waiting for me.
"Wassup peach head" I smirked pulling her into a hug.
She smells so delicious....wait what?
"Ha ha, you got jokes now? Nigga you over here looking like a Jamaican scarecrow, with them stringy ass dreads. But that's none of my business", she retorted.
"Hell nah".
"On your ass bro".
40 just laughed along with Chubbs.
"We heard Jamaican scarecrow?" OB shouted, with Ryan right behind him.
"How you like the song?" I asked taking a seat next to her on the couch. I trusted and valued her opinion, not just on my music, but also other aspects in my life.
"As always, you did your thing. I could've sworn heard that "bout it" line earlier, but I liked it" she smirked, making me chuckle from the inside joke.
"Aye, you wanna ?" Drizzy asked her.
"Go ahead ma", I encouraged her. She looked at me like she was nervous but got up anyways.
Taj got skills, I mean drawing, singing, shit her little ass can rap like one of the guys if not better. She just always played the background to my career and sometimes I feel like she should try pursuing her own shit now. "I guess", she mumbled shyly and stood making her way into the booth.
•Omniscient
"Aite ma, Ima play back one of Party's beats and see if you can put a verse on it" 40 exclaimed.
A nervous Taj nodded, placing the headphones over her ears and smoothly as the beat to Recognize started to play.
~Taj~
"I can name alot of things that other bitches wont do for ya', that's true for ya'....
Old texts in your phone that still get read,
Obvious bullshit but nothings been said,
Tricking these bitches but still in my bed,
You feeling the vibe?
Feelings I hide, choose to be more nonchalant instead
Subliminal disses, but it don't stick in ya' head
305 to the city I'm on the next flight,
drinks, a few pills wassup for the night?
Living for something, but nothing excites
Shadow you nigga, that's it for the life....but
If you ain't fund them Red Bottoms she dont feel you nigga,
Hoes like Forest Gump, they just run from a real one nigga".
The look on everyone's faces held amusement and shock except Jahron's. His focus was on the female now sitting in his lap touching all on him and laughing like he Kevin Hart or some shit.
"You got bars T" 40 complimented, the others as well. I gave a small smile and shook my head chuckling at Jah and the groupie. He ain't my nigga.
"Thanks. Can you play a different beat for me real quick I wanna try something". I breathed, knowing whatever I was about to let flow would not be easy to digest by the one nigga causing all these feelings and shit to occur within me.
"Aite, what you have in mind beautiful?" Aubrey asked.
Just then it hit me.
"Lemme try that Tuscan Leather beat" I smirked. They all just chuckled then 40 nodded in approval. "Better kill my shit ma" Aubs said sitting next to 40. I guess now Jahron wanted to pay attention, as well as his popcorn hoe who sat looking uninterested.
I mean...bye bitch!
"Yea, alright,
Coming off that fuck you niggas bout my business shit,
Never been to ya' city, but I got them niggas feeling this
Moving up to a condo on the east, on my George Jefferson, I put'em on the map, hushed the doubting
No second guessin,
Talk about the flow? Then your very well mannered, I wish a nigga would, coulda shoulda ass, fall on the charts, looking niggas
Type shit that they spitting won't even make it on the radio,
But they still play it though
I'm surprised at you,
Back in high-school them bitches wasn't checking for you,
Now she all up on your lap,
Taking selfies witchu,
Oh how we've changed, still the same?, somewhere back then
Fucking like you cuffed it,
I guess its pretend
I guess I believed in something,
Just like my father, I fall for them type of niggas, can't seem to paint the picture
Ran out of inspiration, ones that'll spite you niggas
Drop a few stacks on'em, now he claiming he's your nigga
Then its them bitches that sit around, steady waiting for a hand out
But always first to walk out,
Strippers with lawyer dreams, video vixens tryna NBA cash out'
on the industry niggas willing to do for'em,
I guess I'm the opposite, but he's incompetent
Blinded by the plastic surgery smile, lying to you saying she listen to ya' and fucks with the movement,
Bitch ain't bought a album since Hov's Blueprint
Spitting heavy just tryna get my weight up,
Plotting ruthless like Scarface, bossed like Capone, fuck with me if ya forreal,
Squad that October's Very Own".
[Omniscient]
If he wasn't aware before, he was aware now of every shot fired at him from Taj, who sat with Ryan, Drake, and 40 discussing her future and her possibly signing to OVO. Completely ignoring the chick beside him, he sat there salty and wondering.
Did he do something wrong?
~I got distracted ALOT. Was listening to both my hubby's: Drake♥/Party♥ so yea, sorry if it seems confusing. #PNDIsBae. Will edited later.
