Flourish \\ Sequel to Not a Hollywood Whore | MGK

~Song for you~

I went in the studio alone and I made a beat and I pressed record and walked in the booth and put on the headphones and started singing. 

Me:We driving real slow and We don't never let nobody know when We about to motherf**king blow s**t Pull your mask down We ready to go in, in We driving real slow and We don't never let nobody know when We about to motherf**king blow s**t Pull your mask down baby We could go in, in

Then I rapped

Me:Hustle hard look lavish when you show up N**gas got the drive All we missing is the come up Runnin' through your houses Snatchin' all the s**t up Baby get your licks up Maybe we could sit up Honest stack of cash Get the money that's the motive N**gas get to bustin' when they see clip loaded Not a bad person Gotta hustle so I don't get l-lost up in the crowd of the basic and the brokest Pull up to the house Take a hit up off that choppa Pull your mask down Load the bullets in the yoppa Look me in the eyes when we hop out of the Honda Creepin' on the lawn like shadows, no pausing He said baby are you ready Don't be scared think deadly Move fast like a jetski When we rollin' in the paper I swear that we gettin' married

I sang the hook then the second verse

Me:Heart beatin' Knees start to weakin' We become dependent Hittin' licks on every weekend I wonder do you ever get tired of this Cause' fast money ain't forever But no money ain't no better Doing what we gotta do To accumulate the cheddar He leaned over and whispered gave me a kiss Cause' Baby I love you You know know that I love you so much That I'd do about anything for you Even risk it all Even risk it all And I'm torn between my heart and mind Trying to convince myself that this is right For all we know it could be all last night For all we know it could be our last time

I ended it with the hook and walked out saving it to a file. My phone buzzed and I picked it up and I was being tagged in. It was a shade room post with photos of me before and after jail comparing. Unbelievable I set my phone down. I made another beat and got in the booth and I rapped. 

Me:I'm gettin' real, real sick of these hatin' a** hoes Always on my body everywhere that I go If they see me in person then they'd be like goals  Nickname Tommy b**ch, you could get Ghost  Is it 'cause I show love n they never show it back  Or ya man sayin' that he think I'm a whole snack You gon' leave with toe tags if I don't hold back  This the only L that I pass to her, hold that  I'll get a hoe smacked  No, I won't get my hands dirty  I got some dogs out in Jersey That squirt if you thirsty And they will do it for thirty Why you think that they say we dirty? You b**ches is nerdy Givin' out brain like a tutor You only tough behind computers Get cock like a rooster Let me go throw on my strap-on F**k you up in ways you not used to Why I gotta prove to, Everyone that I'm the most skilled? Do s**t that they these b**ches could never I don't get tired Runnin' these laps around b**ches Rap ain't even my main endeavor You b**ches are mild I'm spicy as hot sauce, your insides are steaming No need to pretend You lucky that I am the underdog Cause of my color I'll rip off my skin Then I'll turn to a beast and a monster A maniac, brainiac Rippin' them vowels apart I'll be chummin' the water I'm usin' your blood and your organs And then I devour your heart I'm a cannibal, animal Hannibal, damnin' you You never had a real chance  Oh, they gunnin' for me, And got somethin' for me? Time to change your plans I'm too advanced You thought I'm behind you, that's laughable B**ch, I'm just passin' you Who the f**k gassin' you? Stop I'm goin' vegan Please do not give me a reason to beef You just corn on the cob Hoe, you a low hangin' fruit No one checkin' for you I'm the creme de la creme of the crop Use my own pen to make me a bop  A prayer for the haters, amen to the opps  They said I'm unforgettable Highly edible I been my eatin' my pineapple I'm so incredible Rice and vegetable Beet the beat up, I might have to There's no competitors That's ahead of her I'm in a league of my own Only compare me to rappers Who come off the dome That can sing and who write they own songs  Oh s**t, that list is diminishin' Starts and then finishes That's what the business is There have been witnesses To all my greatness But due to the fakeness I'm too underrated They act like they hate it But I do not care for that superficial s**t they do I do not wanna keke I'm undeniable Quite a fireball S**t, thank God for TV

I walked out of the booth and saved that song I did one more song then I went upstairs to bed. 

3 a.m. 

I woke up to cols stumbling in the room I sat up and rubbed my eyes. 

Colson:sorry did I wake you

He tried to whisper but failed which made me smile. 

Me:do you want some help?

Colson:*laughs* yes

He slurred and I got outta bed and walked over to him and put my arm around him. 

Me:Come on

We walked to his side of the bed and he fell back on the bed but sat up. I pulled his jacket off him and I went in his pockets and set his wallet and stuff on the table. He laid back and I took off his shoes. 

Colson:take these off

He said referring to his jeans and I did I hung up his jack and put his jeans in the laundry and he pulled off his shirt tossing it to me and I put that in the laundry as well. 

Colson:*smirks* Come here

I walked over to him and he pulled me on top of him and he slid his hands inside my shirt resting his hands on my hips. 

Colson:*smiles* I really love you

Me:*smiles* I love you more

Colson:I mean I really want you 

Me:Alright

His drunk a**

Colson:Are you gonna leave?

Me:Why would I leave? 

Colson:Cause your not up right now

I looked in his eyes. 

Me:Papi my love for you is not conditional to my success. I'm with you because I love you not what you do for me. Success or not I'm never leaving *smiles* Your stuck with me for life

Colson:*smiles* I'm okay with that

I kissed me and I laid next to him and he pulled my leg across his waist and put his arm around me.