His long lost daughter (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 34🥺

Sunday, December 9th, 2028
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La'nyshas POV
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9:30 am
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I sat in the studio getting a lecture about not telling daddy's and boy was he chewing me out. "And wait till I see that nigga he had the audacity to put his fucking hands on you. Maybe if he was home instead of out fucking Jayda he would've known that you pregnant" he yelled while the other producers sat doing there jobs.

"Now he no where to be found and he getting married on Christmas Eve" he said pissed off as sitting down. "All then people recording and nobody helped yo ass I swear y'all gonna kill me I can't take this shit nomore" he said. Zoning him out I thought about what we needed to do today. We were recording a cover of best thing I never had, I bet, auntie Kim's song, a song I wrote, a cover of Murder she Wrote, and a cover of isn't she lovely but putting a twist on it

"Go get in be booth" he said making me get up taking my jacket off because it was hot in the studio session. I had on a simple black T-shirt and black leggings today with some slides and a blue hoodie. Going in the box he started he music and I looked at my phone because reading the lyrics were better for me to not mess up.

(A/n I'm gonna put the songs just in case you don't know them. And I made up the lyrics)

(Song below will be remixed)

We was most likely finna be here all night and I know I was finna be tired. Daddy cued me into the rap and I began rapping the lyrics from my phone:
Baby Karmas a bitch, freaky and leavin 'em smilin
Legs just just like a stallion sike you know I'm stylin
And you punk muh'fuckers gonna get it how you live
And at the same time those thoughts keepin you in ya feelings
Flipmode get money stay holdin down the fort
Universal land lord or the Supreme court
Don't stop rockin 'til I get some
Then I floss the chrome, because the babygirl is home
Rearrange your budgets for marketing and tour support
La'nyshas the name, and I'm 3rd Baby Born
Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya Shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard ya rank, 'cause I'm gonna slam ya ass in the paint
Keith weaker than the fuckin block I'm runnin through you nigga
And I though you was my friend but you out fuckin my nigga
With the ready powder tucked up under maternity clothes
Ya clout petty poweder, ya prolly like that up ya nose I hit em up

Cause y'all, grabbed ya glocks when you seen Tupac
Called the cops cause you thought he shot ya
You beat me, and I ran off to Venice
But ya finna feel he wrath of a menace
Bitch I hit em up

Motion a full gorilla, full killa, full dealer
Thought you were my bestie but you really a stealer
Tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Bitch imma leave you dead with ya mouth open
Talkin bout you getting money but it's funny to me
Bitch you's a bum why you fuckin wit me
Jayda remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch
And beg a bitch to let you sleep in my house
Now it's all about the Benjamin's you copied my style
A couple hits couldn't stop me I took it and smiled
Now ya girl really finna set the record straight
He had two kids with the bitch I now hate
Yeah Pooh she hit em up