Ecstasy- Rapper imagines

Pure Cocaine- lil baby

Independent. That's me. I self made, self paid, all me. Well, all God- but I'm just doing what He made me to do.

When girls see me, they see the girl they wanna be. The drip, the hair, the make up, the car, the house; everything they ever wanted. They think it just came to me, but nah, I worked hard for this shit. I came from the same ground you was born in, I just made sure my seed grew into a tree instead of that rose everybody tryna be.

I don't need no man, ight? No man at all. I been single my whole life. Born alone, die alone- my motherfucking motto. No nigga gonna ever be able to handle all this. No nigga finna come be dependent on me. If you can't hold your own, you can't hold me. Point. Blank. Period.

I eat, drink and sleep in this mindset, because I remember them days when the lights was off. I remember them hungry days when mama came home weak and ready to pass out. I remember feeling like shit. I remember not knowing my worth. I remember when daddy left us to rot. I remember them drive-bys. The gunshots. The funerals.

I came from the bottom, but like Drake said, now I'm here. And ain't no nigga finna bring me back down.

"Girl, guess what," Megan yells as she enters my salon. I continue to braid my clients hair, rolling my eyes to the back of my head. She always so loud.

"Wassup," I ask anyway, even though I don't care. I start adding hair to the braid. These bitches small and tight; they gonna last long but good luck taking them out.

"Guess who just booked lil baby," she says, grinning harder than a crackhead when he see his plug. I stop what I'm doing as my client claps her hands. "He coming get a retwist and he want them in them two braids you be doing. He saw your Ig and dmed me."

"Thank you so much," I say, hugging her tightly. She my girl and she my manager. See, she been down since sand box days. Well it wasn't a sandbox it was more like a mud box in ATL, but you get the point. I been noticed how influential she was and made her my manager. Now big celebrities be wearing my styles.

"No problem," she says as she releases me. "Bad thing is, he gon be here in a few hours- it was a last minute thing because his schedule changed."

"O-oh okay I can handle this. I can handle this," I say going back to doing my clients hair. "I just gotta get done with one more client after Nisha and we good."

"Bet, I'll be back." Megan says as she exits. I quickly finish my Nisha's hair, and she pays me my hundred. Lemonade braids will be the death of me. Beyoncé, girl I love you, but you got me fucked up.

It's 3 hours later and I just finished my last clients hair. My fingers are aching horribly. I take out a bowl and fill it with ice and water, soaking my hands in them for a few minutes and trying them off. That's when I hear Megan's loud mouth once again.

"She's a beast," Megan says. "You finna look fire."

"I hope so," Lil baby responds, opening the door for Megan. I smile as he looks up at me. He awkwardly stands there as Megan shows me pictures of what he wants. The shop is empty, and I have all night.

"Alright, let's get it started," I say, pointing to my chair. He sits down, and pulls out his phone. "Now I'm warning you, I like to blast music and talk with my clients."

"It's cool," he says, with a small laugh. I press play on my apple music and Nardo Wick starts playing instantly. I bop my head and start parting his head, rolling it in my palms to lock them.

"How long you want these to be," I ask, already finishing two dreads.

"Long as they can get," he responds. I nod my head and rap along to Chop Chop. "You fuck with my music?"

"Hell yeah," I respond, playing Pure Cocaine. I rap along, word for word and he joins in. "This shit so underrated."

"Appreciate it," he says, flinching a little and I accidentally tug to hard on a dread.

"My fault," I say, moving onto a next.

"You good, my grandma was worse," he laughs.

"Facts." I finish half his head, while we talk and jam to music. He's chill as hell, and about that money- which I love.

"Y'all I got food," Megan yells, coming in with wings. I smile big and hug her tightly.

"These the best," Baby says, grabbing some of his own.

"Yes they are," I say, and dig in like i ain't eat in days. I look up and he looks at me. Heat creeps on my cheeks and Megan smirks at me.

"Imma let y'all be," she says, giving me a thumbs up. "Send me the photos when you finish."

"Ight," I say a mouth full of food. Baby waves at her and eats his food.

"Aye, you tryna hang out tomorrow after my show," he asks me, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

I hesitate, but Baby is a down to earth nigga, with his own bag. I got morals, boundaries, and standards and he fits all of that.

"Sure," I respond, as he sits back in my chair. "Long as I get some more wings."

"I gotchu mamas," he says with a laugh. I joking in, finishing up his hair. Can't wait to see how it turns out. Shit, I can't wait to see how this turns out either.