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“That’s what you say.” She laughed.
I was getting ready to say something to my sister when I start to feel like somebody was watching me. My baby daddy was known to pop up uninvited, but I highly doubted it was him this time. Squinting my eyes I looked around the club trying to see if I could spot the culprit but didn’t see anybody.Maybe I’m tripping.
Shaking that shit off I tried to ignore that feeling and started rapping. My ass was paranoid as fuck now and didn’t want to say anything ‘cause I wasn’t trying to ruin anybody night. Lox was perched at the entrance of my section so if somebody tried anything they had to go through him first. Pulling my phone out of my clutch I snapped a quick selfie before refreshing my lipstick.
“Why this hoe coming over here?” Shunta spat.
Glancing up from the mirror I tried to see who she was talking about. I closed my lipstick and stuck it back in my purse before responding. “Don’t know but I’m on whatever she on.”
Ole girl must’ve thought I was here alone ‘cause her ass really thought she was ‘bout to come into my section. I couldn’t hear the conversation, but I saw Lox shake his head. Clearly, she was here for me.
Stepping down from the couch I walked toward them. “We got a problem?”
“No. No problem at all. I was just coming to speak.” Tamia chided, making her flunkies behind her snicker.
“Speak for what? Hoe we ain’t cool. Just cause you was fucking my baby daddy don’t mean we friends or no shit like that. You ain’t gotta speak to me.”
“Wasfucking yo baby daddy.” She gloated. “You meanstill.”
“Girl, I don’t give a fuck. That’s between the two of y’all.”
“I’m just saying. I don’t know what kind of lies Juli?—”
“Baby girl I seriously don’t give a fuck ‘bout you or that nigga. Like I said had you kept your mouth closed you wouldn’t have got cut off. Don’t think pressing me ‘bout a nigga I fucked last week gone make me feel a way. Cause it’s not. You barking up the wrong tree lil baby.” Turning my back to her I ignored whatever she was saying.
Ain’t no way she thought I was ‘bout to argue with her in a club over a nigga I could have with a snap of my finger. If Tamia knew like I knew it was in her best interest to leave me the fuck alone ‘cause if she thought that nigga had cut her off before he really not ‘bout to fuck with her when I tell him she tried to start some shit with me.
“I love money, and she love me back!”I yelled when Waka’s “Clap” came on. Bending over I did exactly what the song said and started clapping my ass to the song.
“Not you shaking ass while that girl standing there looking stupid in the face.” Lariah heckled and pointed her hand at Tamia. “Ooooohh she madddd.” My sister sang.
That’s just how unbothered I was. I wasn’t the type of bitch that approached the next hoe ‘bout no nigga. I took my issues up with the nigga I was with. Baby girl better get some balls, or she was gone forever go out sad behind a nigga if this was how she handled herself.
“Nariah!” Tamia yelled over the music.
“This girl.” I groaned.
All I heard next was “You need that.”
I spun around so fast. Nawl, I want that. Fuck is you saying!” Before I could stop myself, I was lunging at her. My fist cracked her in the nose and the next thing I know my crew was fighting hers. I was whooping that hoe ass when I was pulled off of her and handcuffed. On one hand I was pissed that I had lost my cool and gotten arrested and on the other I wasn’t. These hoes thought I was pussy, and I had to show em wasn’t shit about me weak. Bitch should’ve kept it pushing the first time now she had gotten her ass drug in the middle of Opium.
juice
. . .
After going backand forth with the label about my sound they’d finally stopped giving me shit about my name being mentioned in some unfavorable moments. All that mainstream bullshit they kept trying to get me to record wasn’t working for me. Now that they’d given me the okay to do me, I was on the grind.
With the way life had been going lately I knew the best way to express myself was through my raps. My goal forScale Dreamswas to turn my pain into a platinum album. I had some of the best producers in the game working with me on it. Something in me was telling me this was the one.
Being a successful artist was a dream of mine. I enjoyed touring and performing for sold out arenas. But above all of that, what I enjoyed the most was sitting in front of that mic and pouring my heart and soul out. Where words failed me, I knew my music expressed everything that I was trying to say.
Taking a long pull of the blunt I blew it out through my nose and bobbed my head up and down to the beat. The song I was recording was titled “Wasn’t Supposed to Win”.And that resonated so much with me because being a nigga coming fromwhere I came from—winning in life was the furthest thing from reality.
I came from the streets, sold drugs just to afford my studio time. Niggas used to look at me and swear I wouldn’t make it out. When I did, them same niggas was green with envy. Whole time them muthafuckas had the same opportunity that I had they just chose to fuck theirs off. I couldn’t, my heart wouldn’t allow me to give up on myself.
Which is the reason I hustled the way I did. I wanted out and more importantly I wanted to prove to myself that I could do everything that I set my mind on.
“You got that?” My producer Delaun asked.