You woke up, brushed your teeth. You grabbed your phone, and walked downstairs. You put on your beats:
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You pressed play on your phone, and your brothers song came on:
"Y/n,"Bryson said. You couldn't hear him. "Y/n!" Bryson yelled. You still couldn't hear him. You felt your headphones get taken off of your ears.
You turned around and your were face-to-face with your brother. "What?" You asked. "Could you not hear me?" Bryson asked. You shook your head no.
Bryson laughed. "Yo! NLE!" Tyreik yelled. "Yo wassup Ty?" Bryson asked as they both slapped hands and fist bumped. "Hey,"Tyreik said. "Hey Ty,"You said.
"So, you taken?" Tyreik asked. "Hey!" Bryson exclaimed, "You need to watch yourself man!" Tyreik laughed. "I'm just joking,"Tyreik said. "Yeah,"Bryson said, "You better be."
You walked over to your brother. "Can I have my headphones back?" You asked. "Only if you rap a part of one of my songs,"Bryson said. You groaned.
Bryson always does this to you. If you get something taken away from you, then you have to rap in order to get it back.
You started rapping to his song called CAPO:
[Verse 1] Can't speak on the shit I did to you To be honest, them bullets wasn't meant for you I'm sorry that they hit you Fuck that, spin again, shoot the friend too See at first I was gon' stop and chill Hell nah, how them hollows feel? I'm independent, can't sign a deal Won't sell out for a couple mill Before you try and rob, hit yo knees and pray to Buddha Soon as you up it, Lil Trey gonna shoot ya Remember I was young and I used to be a hoopa I got into guns then I turned to the shoota Knock off yo head, call that a fuckin' train wreck Bitch, close yo legs, Where the fuck is yo brain at? Wet a nigga block, make it look like we painted Man I used to struggle, now a nigga famous
"There?" You asked, "Happy?" Bryson passed you your Beats, and you walked to the living room. "Damn nigga,"Tyreik said. "What?" Bryson asked.
"Shit, she can rap better than you,"Tryreik said while smiling. Bryson laughed. "She surely can,"Bryson agreed.
"B!" You yelled as you took your headphones off, and ran into the kitchen. "What's wrong?" Bryson asked. A guy, who was Brysons age, walked into the house.
"Yo! NLE?!" The guy asked while yelling, "Where the fuck is my damn money?!" Bryson grabbed your hand, and he pulled you behind him.
"I don't know what the hell your talking about,"Bryson said. "Who the hell are you?" Tyreik asked. "I'm Jayln, and it's about time yo bitch ass homie pay up!" The guy yelled.
"Jalyn, dude, I don't know who you are,"Bryson said, "So you need to leave." Jalyn looked at you and smiled. Bryson followed his gaze. "Give her to me,"Jalyn said, "And then I'll leave."
"You got me fucked up!" Bryson yelled. Jalyn was about to grab your hand, but Bryson quickly grabbed his hand, and punched him in his face.
"You're gonna regret that shit,"Jalyn said while backing up, "You are so going to regret that." "Get the hell out,"Bryson said angrily. Jalyn left. "Ty,"You said scaredly, "You should go home."
Tyreik nodded, and left. You locked the front door, along with the back door, and ever other door that was used as an exit.
The only reason why you locked all of the doors, is because of the way Bryson got when he was angry. It was not pretty.
