P.O.V: Von
*1 month later*
So far every one made at least two new songs, some with each other some without
"ight we finished?" i asked my producer
"yea, im just gon edit it so the verses and shit add up but other than that, this a hit" he said dapping me and fivio up
"aye lemme talk to you" fivio said to me
"ight" i said
i walked to the other side of the studio where the producer couldn't hear us
"Here I stand with dignity, im being respectful, humble and yet you look at me like I'm some kind of mutant? Why you hate me?"
"first off this my song we working on, and we on my studio time. Second I don't even hate you gang, i don't even care enough to but you messing wit my girl. and ion like dat" i said to him
"then why you ask me on this song"
"cause i need some new ones out, you got talent i'll tell you that but other than that ion like you"
"who said i was messing wit T?" he said jerking his head back
"you don't got to tell me, i can see it in yo eyes, every time she walk in one of the meetings you look at her like she sum to eat" i said, i had that same look and i still do. i love her lil ass, she just stopped fuckin with a nigga but she still mine
"you fuckin wit Asian anyway, so you shouldn't care"
"aye fuck wit T if you want, i'a kill you nigga. aint shit to it" i told him
"yea ight"
"you think im playin, but ion hesitate over lil one right there" i said going to sit down
"well we gon let her choose, she ain't gon pick a bum nigga over her first"
i almost pulled my gun out but someone walked in
"heyyyyyy" Royal T said coming in the studio , looking fine as fuck
"wassup" fivio said smiling
"wassup T baby"
Dababy and Pop came in right behind her with bags of food,
"you got us some food" fivio said getting up
"no fatass, this for us" pop said pointing between him, T, and Dababy
"man what yall finna do?" i asked them, Pop never come to this studio room
"we bout to make a song idiot" T said rolling her eyes
"keep rolling them, i hope them bitches get stuck" fivio said to her
she rolled her eyes again, "you got yo verse baby?"
"BABBYYYYYY?" Pop asked
"nig- Dababy?" she pointed to him
"oh right, forgot bout you" pop laughed
"yea i got mine, you already recorded yo verse?"
"yea, i just need to record yours so i could put all this shit together" she said
"ight"
"mister producer man, imma need you to get the hell up out of hurr" she said smiling
"i was just leavin" he said laughing a little, "yall stay safe" he said walking out the door
"ight, get yo ass in that booth" she said lookin at dababy
"ight nigga" he said looking at her as he walked in the booth
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