When people think about their perfect life, most think of having all the money and power, the perfect career, the loyal significant other, but what about happiness? Well, sometimes happiness is just not enough when society already has a set standard...
Y/n POV "Come on Y/n, you got one more rep. Now, get your ass up" my trainer, Alex said patting my back as I laid on the sand catching my breath.
After leaving the juice bar, I was able to get the apartment complex, but Mr. Yao ended up getting 2 more million dollars out of me, so he can suck my whole dick. And when I get mad or frustrated, I put that frustration into working out.
"Bro, can I have my will to live right quick, damn" I ask clearly out of breath. "If you get this rep out the way, then you can be done." He reassures as I get up. "Aight, so I can go."
"Ready? Go" immediately I started to do my last set of burpees for 2 minutes straight and let me tell you, that shit is a death sentence, especially without stopping. "Ok, 3..2..and 1. Good job, Y/n. You're done for today." Thank God.
Dapping him up, I end up posting a picture from the middle of our session on Instagram.
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Afterwards, I ended up leaving the beach and heading home to take a shower. While I was driving, I had Kendrick Lamar's "Hood Politics" playing all throughout my car.
K-Dot, pick up the phone, nigga Every time I call, it's going to voicemail Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga? No socks and skinny jeans and shit, ha Call me on Shaniqua's phone! I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo Your home boy, your block that you're from, boo boo Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce-deuce 14 years later going hard, like we used to on the dead homies On the dead homies I don't give a fuck about no politics in rap, my nigga (my nigga) My lil' homie Stunna Deuce ain't never comin' back, my nigga (my nigga) So you better go hard every time you jump on wax, my nigga (my nigga) Fuck what they talkin' 'bout, your shit is where it's at, my nigga (my nigga) Came in this game, you stuck your fangs in this game You wore no chain in this game, your hood, your name in this game Now you double up, time to bubble up the bread and huddle up Stickin' to the scripts, now here if them Benjamins go cuddle up Skip, hop, drip, drop, flip, flop with the white tube sock It goes "Sherm Sticks, burn this" That's what the product smell like when the chemicals mix 50 nigga salute, out the Compton zoo, with the extras El Cos, Monte Carlos, Road Kings, and dressers Rip Ridaz, P-Funkers, Mexicans, they fuck with you Asians, they fuck with you, nobody can fuck with you I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo Your homeboy, your block that you're from, boo boo Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce-deuce 14 years later going hard, like we used to on the dead homies On the dead homies
