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"Cant nobody run me bitch i talk back. Dont be asking what i like if you aint gone cop that. New nigga, cause he dont like how i do shit. Got that nigga heart open like a full split. Oh you really fuck wimme?" I rapped as my homeboy Quan recorded me
I was rapping a lil sum i wrote. I was always lyrical but i never really took it serious, and Quan gets on my case bout it all the time so i wrote something to rap to post on social media so he could get off my dick.
" Nigga prove it. Bitches talking out they neck but aint gone do shit Im fed up. I done had it up to here. I been moving couches, had a fucked up year." I rapped finishing the video
"Kiwi ion think you know yo potential." Quan told me handing me my phone
"No I actually do it's just that rapping isn't something i see myself doing." I confessed "The life we living there aint no damn luck so I wouldn't be surprised if i dont make it big if we being for real." I told him taking a sip from my water bottle
" Thinking like that aint gone get you no where ugly nigga." He said pushing me
" And leaving shells in yo stomach aint gone get you no where either." I said opening my arm rest
" You swear you the shit since you got yo lil gun. You must be forgetting im bout that life jit." He said lifting his shirt up showing his glock that was tucked into his pants
" You love me to much to shoot me dumb bitch." I told him as i posted the video
As soon as i put my phone it started vibrate over and over again
"The fuc- mane how people already commenting if it aint even been a minute." I shook my head
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Three hours later
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