Bad By Myself ✔️

29. War

I got my own bread, own car, own crib
Only thing I need a nigga for is for the dick
I remember them days when a bitch ain't have shit
Now all these bitches wanna be me and the niggas wanta hit
But that's a no bitch, keep my legs closed bitch
I ain't with that hoe shit, I'm about my dough bitch
Ain't talkin' marijuana when I say my nigga smoke shit
Wanna beef about a nigga, where your money at, broke bitch
My pussy leaky like a faucet, had to take a break
Got 'em thinkin' that I lost it.
-Ann Marie

A/N: sorry, I had to go with a non 90's song for this chapter because Ann Marie's song War is Ginger's whole mood right now. Check her rap flow in this song, she's the PERFECT Ginger!

It was about time she did shit for her. Fuck Spitfire, he was not the only label in town. He was the only major label, but there were other studios. She decided to go the independent route. That meant she had to hustle and grind more but she was up for the work.

She got a new manager, a new agent, a whole new team of stylists, and an assistant. This was war! She had to prove to all the naysayers, from the fans to her ex-groupmates, to Spit, to show all that she was that bad chick. If it was going to be a fail, a fuck up, it was going to be her.

"Bad by myself," was her new motto she kept saying. Why did she ever think she needed the group to succeed? Her goal since she could remember was to be a superstar on her own. She could still make that dream happen.

"Bad by myself," not just for her career, but as far as the men in her life. Sure, Craig was a good guy and she cared for him. But after the brain-fuck relationship of Spitfire, that proved she was not ready for a real relationship. Real relationship? Like one man, one woman? Nah! That wasn't her life. She liked dick, a lot of it, and did not see a reason to tie herself down with one.

She was nineteen years old! Still young to some, but grown with the life she had been through. No parents, no siblings, no family, she had been "bad by myself" for years and did not realize it. When shit got deep, who was she going to call? She had maybe a few people she could call and chat it up with, but no real friends. Maybe one day she and M'Liyah and Melodie could be friends again, but that would not come too soon.

Right now was her time.

"Me, myself, and I!"

She was in the studio laying down a rap track she wrote. Yes, rap! She was a singer through and through, knew she had the voice, but she wanted to throw something out there that no one would expect.

"Who you gone get to do some collabs on your joint" her producer Bankhead Bruce said while they were mixing the track and passing a blunt.

"What you mean who Imma get to jump on my shit? Bitch nobody! Ain't nobody gonna come and ever take my shine again. Miss me with that," she said. "I told you, calling this album War, cuz I'm coming and gunning for everybody that motherfuckin' doubted me. We gone need somebody bags."

"A'ight, but just saying, I heard that collabo you with did with The Facts, and you need to get one of them boys over here to lace yo joint. Only fair."

"Man, I remember when they were nobodies, I'on need them on my track to make it legit. They needed me. And anyway, my ex up in the group and he ain't trying to hear nothin' I'm saying."

She passed the blunt back to Bruce, recalling how she liked to get high with Craig. She missed him. She tried hollering at him, but he was ghosting her, in his feelings. She did him wrong, she knew that, but he could at least hear how sorry she was.