She was so different from her brothers and father. She felt like she had everything and yet still nothing. Being Hakeem's twin came with bullshit. But deep down she knew she wasn't a daddy's girl, she was a mommy's girl. They may call her "cookie" b...
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I was working in the studio with this new producer from Atlanta. Metro. He didn't seems too bad and we were cool. He wasn't weird and he knew me and Chris are together.
I was doing a 16 track album. He was helping with my last songs. I was letting him crash at my new penthouse for the moment. I'm a cool person and metro was cool.
The BET awards were coming up this year and wanted to at least be in a category. So I was dropping my album this month, February. Because Hakeem and jamal ain't got one yet, so I need to show these niggas who the big dog out of us. Besides me my momma the gangster of the family. Hakeem wanna be a big ass baby bout how momma wasn't in our lifes. I hate having a dumb nigga as my brother. Especially a twin ass nigga.
Me and metro is cool. He told me how he love his mom too. He's definitely and momma's boy, he was on the phone with his mom for 3 hours. It's adorable.
My annoying ass family has been not helping tho. Plus on top of everything, me and keen ain't on good terms right now with each other. That shit really isn't my damn problem. He's always doing some dumb ass shit. It makes the family look bad, especially me since I'm his damn twin.
Me and dad tho? Fuck dat nigga. Hating old ass nigga. I don't know how mom layed down and even had fuckin FOUR damn kids. Shit... Couldn't be me.
"Metro, we need to link up more once you get your shit up. Imma crash at yours, when a bitch is broke." I said with a chuckle. While I lit a blunt, I pulled out from my purse.
"Man, yo ass trippin'. I'm broke as hell." He said while laughing.
Shit. I'm not joking tho.
"How many tracks we got done right now?" I asked as I blew out the smoke from my mouth. I need this shit bomb, and done, by the end of this month.
"Like... 9 songs. We almost done tho." He said while tapping like any regular ass producer. He got mad ass skills on producing. He's gonna be that nigga one day. And I'll be there as his friend, and obvious ass shit talker.
"Ight. Well i gotta go take care of some shit. You got the key right?" I asked. As i got up and was gathering up a few of my shit and my purse.
"Yea. See ya, kay kay." Metro says, as he keeps working. I walked out, leaving a few hundreds, on the table.
Never saying he's broke but i will always help out a friend.
LATER 5pm | Doing business
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My ass was shopping. For a moment, I'm still getting stuff together. And I already got shit ordered, for the penthouse. Lots of furniture, and ordered some baby shit for royalty. She's literally, so damn cute.
While I was shopping, I was replying to shit & sending out messages to soon collab with some artists. I really just be doing my own shit since I don't got a manager. I don't really need a manager, all the times I've been at Empire? I've been observing shit.
I bought a few Gucci stuff. What? Not for me, royalty. She's got some powerful ass baby fever on her and shit. While I was grabbing the bags, my phone started ringing.
Who the fuck is it, man?
I checked my phone, it was hakeem. Why the fuck is he calling me? Actually, not my damn problem. I declined that shit.
