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August

We got back to Li's house and went through a door I've never really noticed. It lead to the basement and in the corner I saw a home studio

"Yoo, Li... I ain't know you had it like dis ma." I looked around amazed.

"I don't. I had to beg and put in money for it too."

"Lemme get in," I was eager to actually get to record a lil sum.

"Go ahead." She smiled.

I told what instrumental to put on and I walked in and put on the red beats. She pressed the record button and I knew that it was my sign.

"Walkin' through the club, bitches show me love

Niggas hating so I'm up, you, you know wassup (shit is getting heavy)

Walking through the club, goose up in my cup

Niggas hating so I'm up, this shit I can't be touched (shit is getting heavy)

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Ah, Shit is getting heavy

Killing these niggas and you ain't even gotta tell me, ahh

Is it my demeanor, is it cause I'm cleaned up,

When I step up on the scene, uh

Is it my inner swag, packing the shit you lack

Nigga you wish you had, that

I backseat ride, I'm chauffeured,

Can a young nigga feel any older?

I'm a boss like Ross or Hova

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Your girl looking good, damn you know she mean, bruh

Soon as I make my move, you know she gon leave ya

Let's not make her choose, cause she's not that confused

I know that it's me she want and you know too, no need to front, ahh

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Walkin' through the club, bitches show me love

Niggas hating so I'm up, you, you know wassup (shit is getting heavy)

Walking through the club, goose up in my cup

Niggas hating so I'm up, real shit I can't be touched (shit is getting heavy)

She want me, she want me, she want me,

She want me, she want me, she want me (shit is getting heavy)

She want me, she want me, she want me,

Shit is getting heavy

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Hold up, let me check my Rolex, time for me to roll out

Meet me at the telly, my room girl, lets show out

Yes, time to have sex, we can do it how you want it girl

Let you get a taste the August's World

Ahh, ahh, ahhh, ahh

Don't stop, fast now, better pull my brakes, we trying to make a baby

Just wanna hear you make that and oo-ooo-ahh sound

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Your girl looking good, damn you know she mean, bra

Soon as I make my move, you know she gonna leave ya

Let's not make her choose, cause she's not that confused

I know that it's me she want and you know too no need to front, ahh

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Walkin' through the club, bitches show me love

Niggas hating so I'm up, you, you know wassup (shit is getting heavy)

Walking through the club, goose up in my cup

Niggas hating so I'm up, real shit I can't be touched (shit is getting heavy)

She want me, she want me, she want me,

She want me, she want me, she want me (shit is getting heavy)

She want me, she want me, she want me,

Shit is getting heavy"

I walked out and Lindsey was in awe.

"I told you I could sing ma."

"This is dope." I nodded my head laughin a lil, "you should really get into the music industry. You're really good babe."

"I don't know. What about you?" I asked her.

"Haha, what about me? I don't wanna be a singer. This is just for fun. Honestly, I have modeling agencies reaching out to me."

(No, the character is not India Westbrooks. I have nothing against her though. She's bae! Lol)

"Oh, word? When were you gonna tell me?"

"When it was official and I signed to one."

Saturday Morning

I was at home thinkin' about what Li said earlier this week. I know I have a good voice and all, but I don't know if I want to be famous.

I've been arrested and I'm kinda in the game, so I don't know if they will want me, but I'ma try anyway. For me, Li, and my big bro Mel.

I called up Sky, because Li was out with Jazmyn, and I asked her if I could use the studio. She said yeah, and I rode over there

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I finished about 6 songs and then walked back into the main level.

"I didn't know you could sing." Sky said cuttin' some fruit.

"Well, I don't really tell people that, but don't tell Li that I'm makin' this demo."

"That's gonna be hard since you use her studio, but I'll see what I can do."

I hugged her and then went back to my house and sat on the couch thinkin'.

Is this what's best for me?

Will people even listen to my music?

Am I trippin?

I shook my head and walked upstairs to my room and laid down to go to sleep. I hope this is what's best.

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