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"stupid ass boxes" I mumbled to myself once I'd finally finished unloading the last box.
By this point Aug and Ty had been gone for about a hour and some change.
I planned on joining them but I had to call up another driver so I'd obviously have to wait for that.
Might have to end up getting my own whip just for emergencies or some shit.
I mean personally I ain't have no issue being constantly chauffeured around, but I knew Aug independent ass was not finna go for that for long.
I'd handle all that later, today, I needed to pep myself up to go meet with Augs family, not only that, I needed to pep myself up to meet with my own.
Honestly I won't even gon let them know I was home until tomorrow, Ion know if I could handle any of the interrogation from my moms or my brothers.
To pass some time until my driver got here I sparked up and relaxed a lil bit, lord knows imma' need to be as calm as possible.
When my truck finally did arrive, I smoked a lil bit more during the drive, shaking off the nerves of the new collaboration with Nyjel as well. Just had a lot of shit on my mind honestly, and I was dealing with it the best way I know how.
It was lowkey kinda weird being back home. Moving to Chicago and living there for a year kinda forced me to remake myself, nobody knew who I was so I had a fresh slate. Now that I'm back home I feel like people gonna just remember me for who I used to be.
And who I am now and who I was back then are two completely different people.
Not to mention with this music shit taking off, imma have so many randoms tryna act like they was my best damn friend on some fake shit.
It's weird ion know, I wanted to rap, it was my dream, and of course I wanted to be rich. But ion think the fame shit for me honestly, I wish that people would forget who I was the moment I stepped off the stage.
Really don't think I'd ever admit it vocally, but I was scared of it in a sense. Like, what if I lose myself, what if I say the wrong shit or do the wrong shit and offend a whole bunch or people.
It was so much pressure and for a nigga like me who just shuts down, I'm not even sure how I'll handle it.
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