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KENTRELL D. GAULDEN 𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢𝟹𝟶𝚝𝚑, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 " NBA YOUNGBOY "
Kentrell stood in the recording studio, the beats and melodies pulsating through his veins as he poured his soul into each lyric. Music was his sanctuary, a place where he could escape the chaotic world that often surrounded him.
But even in the midst of creative bliss, life had a way of creeping in, shattering the walls he had built. He was making tracks back to back as his friends goofed around.
"Just me and ha riding ina' Scat Pack. Totin' on straps, and you know I'll blow dat." Kentrell recorded as he bobbed his head to the beat.
"Shawty want me fa' to hold her down, but when her dude back she gon' leave my ass." Kentrell finished the hook as his friends passed him a rolled blunt.
"Somebody been callin." Kd said lowly as he lit his own blunt.
"Who?" Kentrell asked, confused on who could be calling him
"Jania." Ben said with a -yikes- face as he set the bags of food down. Jania.
The name hit Kentrell like a tidal wave, stirring up memories that had long been buried. It had been three years since they had an actual interaction, which had left him tangled in a web of emotions and resulted in a dark period of his life. Slowly exhaling the smoke, Kentrell asked, his voice laced with cautious anticipation.
