The Trip Of My life- Book 3

Chapter 43- The B.E.T Awards pt. 1

    Two weeks later
So right now, me, Kirshnik, Toni and Lecla r getting ready to perform for our parents. I'm so excited right now, I hope our dads like it.

   "Ladies and gentlemen give a warm welcome to the beautiful and handsome people who r doing the tribute to Migos. Kiana and Kirshnik Ball, Lecla Marshall and Toni Cephus." Tyga said, as everyone stood up, clapping, our parents looked at each other with confused looks.
 
    "Young rich nigga, riding round the city with the mac Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch he's leaking Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it. Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget Nah for real What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about? U a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about Shaking like a stripper, put that magic up in his mouth Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up, and bust it down Migo (?), whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve J-1 got PT's, and sold that reserved I'm a (Hot) Boy, so u know I gotta stay low Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo u niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet Set! Told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check I'm a young nigga, with the rich nigga ambitions At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties There's levels to this shit like Meek said And u embarrassed to admit it I don't want to kick it After my show The gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga And all he wanted was a picture I used to smoke swishers, like a regular nigga Now I'm a backwoods type of nigga A nigga, he run up, tried to rob, I shot him White people, they still treat me like I'm a Bieber Now people they screaming out "Free Activis" They talking bout that Activis be discontinued Kept my cup of muddy trouble, trapper, got packs in the attic Kept me 'round, with pricing my rental Trap, trap down when I'm on the revenue Cooking a brick, and remix it with the dog food Diamond brick with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues 24 karat my time, must've (?) Master P, no limit, money been all jumping like a bungee Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me till a nigga be cumming." I rapped, looking over at my dad, who smiled, nodded his head at me. I smiled and looked at Kirshnik.

    "Cross the country Cross the country u ain't never been there to catch me Cross the country.Cross the country Cross the country Coca leaves, and palm trees We cross the country. Cross the country Cross the country She don't understand English, but she want me. Cross the country Cross the country I had to get a visa, cause I'm in and out the country." Lecla rapped, walking back and forth, Uncle Quavo shook his head and smiled.

  "When u in the streets, u know u gotta make a name I stole a mustang, drop top, no brain Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in the game Taking pictures of a nigga, like a groupie, like a fan On my first lick, only got a little bit of change Thinking like Obama, something gotta change Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains When I got outta jail, did the same thing I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang Cocaine in the nose like a (?) My nigga be trapping the gas, propane Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang I was getting money, way before the rap game As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain They say that I'm ignorant, $50,000 on a chain u know it ain't come from Johnny Dame Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie Walk at me with the fake jewelry, I got too much pride They killed my nigga Pistol Pete, for a three-five I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at popeyes The streets is a jungle, my nigga, you better survive Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye u selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly Clack! Clack! Clack! In the bushes like a spy Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly Talking crazy to the migos, boy u know we keep the fire Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino Young rich nigga, never made the honor roll Hit his ass with the 4 4, make him fold Chattahoochee river where that nigga body float On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the Folks She on a mission, trying to film me, better get your ho Big bank, take little bank Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake Two Glocks on my hip, like tomb raider Arnold Schwarzenegger, turn into the terminator." Toni rapped, everyone in the stadium stood up and began to cheer, cause the world knows how Toni is not really a talker.

    " Cross the country Cross the country u ain't never been there to catch me Cross the country.Cross the country Cross the country Coca leaves, and palm trees We cross the country. Cross the country Cross the country She don't understand English, but she want me. Cross the country Cross the country I had to get a visa, cause I'm in and out the country. Cross the country My plug he NY, homie And the only time I pull up on u, if a nigga owe me And the whole word know that a young nigga rap But a pussy nigga better not provoke me Came in the game with the formula, sold it Now I gotta switch it up on u phonies Pocket full of macaroni, mac-11, run up on you All u can eat in my trap, like it's (?) Rich Nigga Timeline That's my motherfucking testimony Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey Rich nigga, with a pot of gold, like a leprechaun And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon My niggas collecting extortion funds We built an empire like Megatron QC the label Migo the gang Already told you I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame No shame in game, I'm a bull with the nine Like Loul Deng, finna bang with the thing Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta touch the chain Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game Squad shit Oh no I done rolled around the block and I don't see him I paid a J $200, just to hit me when he see him If I was u right now, I wouldn't wanna be him Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita He had some jewelry on him, worth $100, so I took it from him Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment They say he got work, now I own him Now my squad, they going nuts, no Makonnen In the players pad, at the Caesar's Palace Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman All types of euros and yen I got money in Berlin I told the Lord forgive me for my sins Cause I don't wanna do it again. Cross the country Cross the country u ain't never been there to catch me Cross the country.Cross the country Cross the country Coca leaves, and palm trees We cross the country. Cross the country Cross the country She don't understand English, but she want me. Cross the country Cross the country I had to get a visa, cause I'm in and out the country Lecla rapped, nodded her head, we were so fucking hyped.

   "Ight, so we gon ask our dads to come up and rap with us. It won't seem right, if the real OGs ain't up here, come on dad." Lecla said, as our dads got up and walked on the stage, fixing their chains.