The R&b thot

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Leaving this here

Ok since some of y'all requested I bring back stories of my failures in life, I'll be back to add on to this one.

peace

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is this story gonna be RAW? I want cliff notes of Ironman's replies.

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I can go all out now that no one can find me on here (thanks for that delete again) and lmao @ iron man cliff notes.

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aight lets get it


its 2014 in the summer, downtown minneapolis,i had just finished a really dope show i had been booked for to perform at, it was a paying gig as well so that was a plus. The thing about this show was the promoter wanted a boom bap fest so he was careful enough not to book other versions of rappers, just straight "real hip hop" types so i would say it was one of the better shows i had performed at in a long time,adding the fact that everything went as planned without a fight breaking out or gunshots ringly like the usual trap rapper related shows, anyways i had a ritual of always hanging outside the venue with other rappers when having a successful performance, it usually was a way for me to pick their minds and hear feedback about how i did, the problem was, in this state, we had a culture of dickriding so much that no matter how shitty a performance was, chances of hearing the truth were slim to none because, as long as they know , you do a few numbers online, they all wanna gravitate towards you and milk off what you worked for. this particular night, we were all debating if jadakiss was wack or not, i can't remember what brought about the debate but i was shocked to see some of these so called "hiphop" heads expressing how wack he was and literally putting Lil wayne over him in terms of technical skills and clout as an mc. it is Minnesota after all i thought to myself and usually, i would have been knee deep in the debate trying to pull their cards but that day ,i was more quiet because earlier, i had gotten into it with my main girl nicole about some text i got about her texting and getting real familiar with some semi pro footballer in town. lets just say, I was ready to ditch the broad and do me, as much as i wanted to be stone cold about things and not give a fuck, i had invested alot of time into her and actually wanted a future with this chick so the whole situation kinda bothered me a bit.


as the debate went on and voices were starting to get raised (as per usual), a few feet away from us, i spotted a chick, walking up to people and walking back away from them with a look of disappointment on her face,she had like a bag with a buncha cd's in them and i figured she was trying to sell them but was having no luck. Initially i wanted to just watch and not give a shit what she was doing but i just couldn't take it anymore when i realised not a single cd was leaving that bag. Now one of the rappers named mal (who will factor in as the story goes") noticed me checking her whole situation out and started kinda hating on her and degrading her whole hustle, Dude literally said to me " you see these wannabe's, like they will ever have a shot in this state, we run this, that bitch over there wasting her time,if we want her to get shine, we allow it, but since we don't she aint eating, that's that boss life my g". i was thrown aback by his words, because dude was barely even a local phenom who literally would bring family and friends to check his shows out, even though he thought he was fooling everyone, we also knew his hundreds of thousands of plays on his page were bought by the fat white girl he used to fuck only late hours to hide her so in reality, dude had no fans, no pot to piss in, no prospects, just an obese white girl who needed a man and was willing to foot his bills to keep one. i didn't say much, wasn't in the mood to ether him so i told him "i can't watch this" and proceeded to go to ole girl with the cds.


as i approached her, i could hear her literally saying to folks passing by "please check out my cd and support a starving artist", i cringed at her sales pitch because i knew it was exactly why no one gave a shit. see over the years i learned in this business that no one supports people who beg for a chance, they rush to invest in those who are sure about their skillsets as artist. She had a pretty face but her looks were being overshadowed by the pre 2000 erykah badu look, she had a huge head band on and had this sweater with a long skirt to her feet she dawned scandals on. i instantly said to her "no i wont support a starving artist and listen to your cd". she was startled and gave me that whole "wtf" look as i proceeded to ask her 'so whats your end game here? you selling those?", she responded "im actually giving them away for free, trying to get my name out there, but what do you care since you said you wont support me". I Told her "your'e right, i wont support a starving artist, i will however listen to an artist making moves so which one are you, starving artist or one trying to make moves?, she asked 'whats the difference? i dont get it", i responded,"people who usually claim to be starving artists are people who are close to the realization they aren't going to make a career of this, people trying to make moves wanna elevate to next levels, so which are you and do you have a way i can hear what you got?". she responded with quickness, i'm definitely trying to make moves" as she pulled out this mini mp3 player out of her sweater pocket and let me listen. Her music was quite impressive, she was like a blend of erykah badu and jill scott all in one and i was kinda shocked she wasn't more than some chick on the street pan handling tunes. after the 3rd track, i told her "yo you're preety dope,im really feeling that, i think you deserve to be heard but.." and she asked "but?" and i responded "you whole technique is not working". She looked stunned and asked "how so, what do u mean", i asked "do you wanna push all these cds today?", she responded "yes offcourse i'd love to", i asked again " do you wanna get paid to push these cds?" she laughed and responded "cmon man, you know aint no one buying music of an artist they don't know" and i responded "pay attention and lets recoup your investment". she laughed again.


i told her "first of all, you got looks, you have a curvy body, that's your first advantage but you have covered your headstart with all that shit on your body, first, take that head scarf off , take the sweater off, show some cleavage, men are visual creatures, you wanna lure them in, get their interest to get them to give a fuck". she responded defensively "hold on dude, i aint one of those women who sell sex, i wont trade my pride for anything, sorry, won't do", i shook my head and said "listen, i'm not asking you to give dudes blowjobs to cop your cds,all i'm telling you is to get their attention without doing much, tell me? hows that pride working out for you? you still have a stack on cds on your hands that haven't been pushed yet, no one even wants them for free,I've been doing this for a bit now,i know what im doing " she responded "yeah i know who you are, i saw your performance too, and maybe you right, pride aint getting me nowhere but my feminist ways won't allow me to do all that (another huge factor in this story) so i told her "well i guess you really don't wanna be a musician, you just over here wasting time and shit, well i tried. She takes a long breather and says, "imma do what you asked, but you gonna see, no ones gonna care and selling them? you are kidding yourself". i responded " we shall see". So she took off the hair scarf and let her hair loose, she had reddish black long hair being that she was biracial and she looked way more gorgeous than before. She then took off her sweater and asked me "adjust it to how much cleavage you want shown,i can't wait to tell you i told you so" and laughed so here i was pulling her blown down a bit. she had a nice set of pointy breasts on her and i was thinking "jesus, don't even go there Cris" and then told her "ok so heres the deal, we gonna walk down the block, the trick is to find your crowd, your demographic, the type of people who will respond to the kinda woman you are . you can't stand in one place by a hip hop show, these dudes are rap heads, most of them dont care about r&b music like that,we are downtown, people of all walks of life are everywhere today, you gotta spread out".


So we walked down the block and literally some dudes were scoping her out. i quietly smiled within thinking (u dont even realize your potential) then about a few feet away from us was a group of dudes. they looked like the hotep dreadlock ,black woman is god types and i turned to her and said "there, thats your kinda crowd, thats who are going to buy your cds tonight". she looked at them suprised and aske me 'you think those are my type of crowd", i responded "based on your image yes, now you gonna go up there, instead of begging them to hear your work, you gonna walk up to the guy with dreadlocks and a dashiki on, ask him how he is doing, what he and his friends are up to for the night, then they gonna ask you the same and you gonna tell them, you pushing your cds, tell them you have sold a bunch already and you just know he and his people's are the kinda fans you need for support then you gonna give them a sample with your mp3 player, give me one of the cd's while you at it" so she passed me a cd and proceeded to walk towards the group. she followed my instructions to a tee as the dude and his crew were responsive,i heard dude say "o word? you out here grinding, i dig it and i always support everything black owned,even music", as the conversation continued ,i walked past them and yelled "YO MA, THAT SHIT YOU SOLD ME WAS CRACK,CANT STOP LISTENING TO YOUR MUSIC MA, YO GUYS, THIS CHICK IS THE FUTURE, COP THAT,IM A RAP NIGGA AND I FUCK WITH IT". Dude apparently knew who i was and yelled back "YO IF SHIFTER FUCKS WITH IT,THEN I TRUST IT", so now she was emboldened and stated "yep, 5 bucks and you gonna hear some of the best music in the sota". Next thing you know, all these folks are circling around her buying the cd's thanks to the dreadlocked hotep overlord calling people over to support her. In the span of half an hr, she had sold nearly everything, only 2 were left. offcourse like clock work, dude tried to get her number but she caught on quick and gave him her fb fanpage named to get at her on there. i thought that was brilliant on her part. when it was all said and done, she walked up to me and said "wow, what just happened?", i responded "the power of suggestion, its kinda like tv shows, a critic tells the masses its a great hit, they instantly subcountiously believe that and make the ratings blow up,always find a catalyst, work him and watch him do your bidding, but remember, they only respond to what entices them visually and remember, in this game, people are weary about buying or supporting beggars, so dont ask people to support you, show them why they have to". she responded all empowered "i swear you just opened my eyes to alot today, its amazing,ive never been paid for my work before,really feels good". i then told her i needed to leave but wished her the best in her career going forward, she did not hesitate to say "you mind if i give you my number, seriously i think we should link up and build on this music thing, i can learn alot from you". I took her digits, gave her mine ,hopped in the car and drove away. little did i know this was the beginning of pure madness in my life

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i got home that evening ready to crash for the night, for some reason i felt very tired and was not trying to deal with any bullshit. Upon reaching the door, i could hear screaming of unruly crazy women, I knew instantly it was that ridiculous show love and hip hop on which only meant that my girl Nicole was in the house . i thought to myself (jesus why is this stupid bitch here). i opened the door, walked in and she was on the cough indian style watching the show. she saw me , had this excited smile on her face like nothing ever happened, Like we weren't beefing at that moment, i found it really odd and asked her "yo wtf are you doing in my spot?", she responded "what do you mean? im here to spend time with my man". Now just a bit of background, Nicole was a bit on the crazy side, she was diagnosed with bi polar and yes, when it kicked it, it was like Armageddon. At first,it was so crazy, the nearest door i could find was always the first thing i would look for when spending time with her but after a while i got used to it and figured out how to handle it , especially by being vigilant about her taking her meds. Still pissed about our situation i told her "shouldn't you be at the footballers crib? thats you man ,isn't it?", she grabbed the remote control, turned the Tv off and said "are you serious right now? you really wanna do this right now?", i responded "nah,i want you get the fuck outta my crib so i can relax,ive had a long day and i don't really wanna see you". She started turning red which was my way of spotting if she was getting angry. She then got up and said "really Nigga", i rebuked her "stop using that word, you aint black, you are biracial" and she started going off on me "who are you to tell me wtf i am,i am black,in America im black, my father was black,blacker than you so fuck what you talking about". So i responded sarcastically "ok black woman, i hear you, now can you please leave ,im really not trying to beef". as we were going at each other, my phone kept vibrating in my pocket like crazy. i usually turned off the ringer and left it on vibrate so at that moment,i was thinking, who ever this is, im glad the ringer wasn't on because if it was another woman, Id be knee deep in shit with this crazy ass broad. So im standing there as shes literally yelling at me about how weak i am for believing rumors and not believing in her Love for me, she then threatens me with bodily harm,takes it back, keeps quiet for a bit, cries,professes her love for me. when she realized that im nonchalantly standing there not moved by her antics, she started throwing shit around. Im standing there ducking flying objects while my phone was working overtime ,more than a porn star's vibrator. Im telling you, at the rate it was vibrating, someone could have used it and gotten ultimate pleasure. So after her little crazy episode, she calmed down and said "me and you will never be over, what the hell do you want?". I looked at the whole place looking like the aftermath of a somalian war zone and said "look, i just wanna sleep, give me a day or 2 to calm down then we can talk or some shit", she was like "you promise?",just to get her the fuck outta my crib, i responded "yes ,ill call you and we can figure this out". So she grabbed her hand bag, walks up to me, reaches for a forced kiss and leaves like nothing happened. i quickly locked the door behind her with the key chain on and said to self "i gotta get my spare key back from this crazy bitch" and lounged on the couch. I pulled out my phone and there were like 30 missed calls from Marg (the girl selling cds). i thought something bad might have happened so i quickly listened to her voicemails and this chick pretty much was trying to figure out when we could hang. I remember thinking to myself, who calls over 30 times just for JUST that?. To be frank i was in a shitty mood so i decided against calling back.i had planned, i would call her the next day or something. Im laid in my bed 15 minutes later and my phone was still going crazy. i was like wtf and popped a sleep pill and passed out.

will continue later. gotta go

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So the next day i woke up, the first thing i always did was check my phone and see if i had any missed calls. i literally had like 30 missed calls and a shitload of texts from different numbers. One number in particular was foreign to me. After a google search, i found out it was an Ohio area code. i wondered who could have called me front Ohio, the only other person i knew from there was that fuck face dlah and he didn't have my number, unless someone Gave it to him so i decided i was gonna call back that number. A male caucasion voice answered. i asked "who this?" and dude instantly starts going off on me about a leak of killah priests album and how i was involved and i needed to be handled,i mean dude was super heated on the phone so i raised my voice again and asked "WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?" and dude paused and said "yo its M80". I responded "yo what makes you think I leaked Killah priest's album? like seriously?", he responds "yo he kicked it with you last time you were in LA,they said you were one of the first dudes to hear that shit, who else would put it out there?", i tell dude "yeah i heard that shit, but i heard half of it and it was barely a finished album, they didn't leave a copy so how the fuck would i be the one to leak it out?'. M80 continues to say "yeah well im overseeing that project and dude is heated so this falls on me, Im in charge of that shit, you think you know who did this?", i tell dude "look man, i got my own problems right now but obviously, whoever did this is in your camp, check you circle, even if i had kp's album, id never steal food from his mouth like that, and i dont appreciate how you came at me dude", so he proceeds to say "shit imma have to get at these dudes around me, yo ..peace shifter,its nothing personal man,just doing my job,i hope we good?" ,i told him,"i aint beefing man" and so we said our goodbyes and he dropped the phone.

i Proceed to check my texts, another popular wutang affiliate (who's name wont be mentioned) leaves a buncha texts, the texts read like "yo shifter, you see this shit they saying about my album online, yo wtf, these nerd ass niggas is hating, yo call me when you get this, i know u can find out who some of these bitch niggas are". As usual, i rolled my eyes and ignored his texts and opted not to call him,i just wasn't about to hear a grown man baby whine to me about a career choice he made knowing what comes with it. the other texts were by my girl Nicole, literally doing what she does best..going bat shit, the texts ranged from "you up, i love you, Im crying, you cant end us, i hate you, ok i didnt mean that, fuck you, Cris,cris, cris talk to me, Fuck dont make me do something to you, Im sad right now etc. i ignored them then the other missed calls were from Marg, so i called her back. She sounded excited to hear from me, Apologized for blowing up my phone and said she wanted to take me out for a drink to thank me for helping her push her cd's. Offcourse i needed time out to clear my mind so i agreed to meet her that afternoon at a spot downtown called crave which ironically she picked. it was the Kinda place you take a girl out to , especially if you on a budget but don't want her to think you a cheap fucker. It was very intimate and had class to it. It was pretty much a working man's portal to securing some wet pussy for the night.

So later that afternoon, i headed there, she was sitted in the far back where it was real cozy with like these designer chandeliers hovering over our heads, As i approached her, she stood up. she looked stunning as fuck. she had this short red dress on, red high heels and her hair was straightened out. For good measure, she threw on make up to seal the deal. I literally thought to myself " damn". We hugged as this ordor of perfume Hit me like cupid going for the jugular. Man, she looked sexy as fuck and i was ready to make her pay for it that night but at the same time, i said to myself (dude, you a changed man, you not the guy slinging dick like you used to anymore,play it cool", so we chilled and got to talking. She told me about her day which was basically about her marathon music making. She then asked me about mine and i told her about M80, then threw in my relationship issues. Minute i told her about my relationship, she had the look of disappointment on her face as if she was hoping i was single. She then threw in her 2 cents, and told me i need to just move on and get a better chick who will hold me down. i nonchalantly took heed then we started discussing the music. She told me " dude, i know what you about, Ive literally seen you make a name for yourself in this state, i wanna be part of that, i feel like we can do great things together as a team", i responded "i work alone, i prefer it that way, no offense", she insisted "look i know that, all im saying is, you can help me build a rep out here, it could be another one of your accolades, help a sister out,please? plus i come with certain perks you may just like" and then she winked. I knew it was something i really wasn't into, see i had just left an indie label situation in town which left a bad taste in my mouth so i wasn't a big fan of working with others but it seemed like she really needed the help and push so i agreed but with stipulations "yo,i hate lazy people,i hate non punctual people and i hate dramatic people,understand that and we can do this for sure". she was all game so we concluded things after our meal and went our separate ways. Later that day, I had a meeting with another wealthy douchebag in town about a label situation.

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The next day, she called me up to meet at a commercial building downtown to discuss how we were to move forward so after getting the address, I head there. She was parked in the parking lot waiting for me and proceeded to tell me, she had business in the building so we headed upstairs and it was this popular law firm in the state. The lawyer in question was a reputable dude known for putting the fear of God into businesses and corporations where settlement cases were involved, as a matter of fact, most companies always opted to adhere to someones demands as opposed to going to court against dude because it was guaranteed, they would be paying out tripple the initial amount, the dude was gully with it and so successful, his commercials played nearly daily on TV, so at that point, i was wondering why the fuck we were at his office but i minded my business and left it alone. if she was gonna tell me, it would be on her own accord. So as we walked in, the lawyers secretary instantly recognised Marg and told us to get comfortable on the couch by her desk, the secretary was hot, she looked hispanic and looked in her prime, sophisticatedly dressed and top shelf. I literally was in awe at how the chick looked , the whole time i kept thinking (damn they still make em like that). It was after a few minutes of being on the phone with the lawyer that she told Marg she could go in and see dude. so here i was sitted there staring at the secretary while she was responding with blushy smiles and all that good stuff. I decided fuck it, im not gonna sit here all bored waiting on this chick doing nothing, i may as well go in for the kill so i asked her "so how long have you been working here?", she responded,"about 5 years now", i added 'so you the reason dude is getting mad bread huh? i bet cats walk in here with no issues and go out looking to get into accidents just to come back here and get a glimpse of you huh?. She started smiling modestly saying "Im not all that but thank you for the compliment", then she added "you aint so bad yourself you know?". So i tell her "women who compliment me atleast have to go out with me for a drink, atleast once", she pulled out her phone, passed it my way and told me "put your number in,that could happen" then winked. So gladly i did as i said "Im gonna be the most heartbroken man in MN if you don't call me for that outing", she laughed and said "oh ill definitely be calling, count on it". So as we were getting to know each other, Marg walks out and spots us all smiles and giggles and has this evil face on here like we were her sworn foes so i asked her "done here?", she responds with a slick answer "so done, lets get you out of this thirst". I disregarded that shit even though i caught it and said "aight lets bounce" while gesturing to the secretary to call me. she gestured back positively and we headed to the elevator. Offcourse before we could leave the lawyer rushed in and introduced himself to me. In person, he sounded very douchy with a tan that would make Donald trump Look like snow white. The whole ride down, all dude could keep talking about is how successful he was and how much money he had. dude then went into his car, literally spent 5 minutes primping himself in the mirror like a ditsy female as i laughed watching him from the car and shook my head. Ill say this though, his ferrari looked pretty ill.

Anyways we drove back to my place and she brought up her book of songs. so we sitting in the living room as she was reciting the lyrics to her music she hadn't recorded yet. I was in awe at her writing, it was definitely professionally written stuff which made me think , if she didn't make it as a singer in the game,she could at least sell music she wrote to other artists with clout and budgets. But yea, her writing was ill. So i told her "you got great material, we can do alot with this but I'm gonna be real,i aint an r&b producer so making beats for your music is gonna be something we gotta figure out, i can get you contacts, shows and maybe press but i produce hip hop, thats all i know. so she suggested we scheme through the beats i had just to see if there was something she could work with. So i turned on the fantom x 6 and i was playing beat after beat as she kept saying, "i can work with these, i aint hard". I told her "ok if thats what you wanna do, but i know a producer who can bring your work to life, dude has worked with credible singers and i'm sure if he hears your shit, he will be dying to do something for ya". She instantly shut the idea down telling me how she wasn't ready to be around no Big league producer so i respected her wishes and just gave her my beats she felt she could work with. After that she brought up the law office and asked me "so what were you and ole girl all giggling so hard about?", i responded "nothing really, was just killing time while you handled business,its nothing serious", and so i directed the question at her ,"why are you seeing a lawyer, that guy at that?". she proceeded to tell me how she is suing her former workplace because she slid and fell on the job and her knee is basically jacked up and she lives in pain daily. I didn't think nothing of it and told her 'well with that guy, you are definitely gonna get your settlement", she added with this evilish smile "250 grand at that" and got all excited, and not, i won because i fell excited, i won because im extorting excited (but we shall get to that later). She then asked me what i was doing that night, i told her i wasn't sure and she literally begged me to come down to fogo that night. apparently her homegirl had met a new Guy and she didn't wanna be the third wheel. Well being that i needed to get out and clear my head, i agreed to it. she left briefly after and told me she would see me there.

After she left, I kicked back bored as shit. i slotted in Fallout 3 and started gaming a bit. Got a call like 45 minutes into it from one of the homies. Dude basically told me . "bro, you need to get on twitter asap, trust me, you are not gonna like what you see". So i instantly put everything on hold and logged on. I looked at my mentions and there was like 50 mentions with me being tagged in them. My twitter was blowing up and so i decided to read the tags. It was the semi-pro bitch dude me and Nicole had issues over. He was basically going in on me telling me how we ought to never run into each other or its gonna get real, dude proceeded to threaten me and tell me how he can have any Mn chick and my girl was on his dick etc. So i read this shit and off course i was heated. Basically because i was considering probably hearing this chick out but after that, i knew, this so called new me, monogamous me was a fucking joke, there's no way monogamy was for me, not with this shit going on, so i opted not to respond to dude and instead, called my asian sidepiece Kimma over. I basically fucked all my frustrations into her and then laid up a bit as she told me "fuck that bitch, you know i always got your back" and got me jumpstarted for round 2. the chick had mad stamina for a smallish girl and even though her head game was unpolished, she made up for that shit with them tight rides. After she left for work and i decided to prepare for the night to hang out with Marg and her homegirl. it turned out to be the night i met one of the most savage white dudes ever.

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It was like around 8 when i got to the downtown Minneapolis area to head to this fogo joint. Now this place was expensive, it specialized in brazilian food and the chef's in there were top notch dudes who i can assure you, would always make sure you left knowing you went to a 5 star joint, It was where basically the high society of Minnesota went to eat. I personally hardly frequented the place but when i did,it was always a great experience. As i walked in, i texted her i was there. The manager met me at the door as i told him i was meeting guests. he looked up their names and led me towards their booth. upon walking there, i spotted what i knew was gonna be the reason the night was gonna turn ugly. See , her friend Ariana was a well known black feminazi in Minnesota. she thrived on bashing black men either via social media or weekly magazine columns. she got popular out here for telling black women to ditch brothers and start seeking out white men because they treat women better. She especially emphasized on the financial aspect of things. she was known to say black men are always broke and can't afford any woman of quality, whilst white men did not mind how much they had to pay to make a woman happy, she was basically a charlesjones who got paid to hate black men so at that moment, i knew it was gonna be an interesting night. As i approached the booth, she was sitting by this white dude in a suit who looked well kept and looked like he was doing well for himself. She instantly gave me that funny looked and whispered to Marg "girl?? you know i don't like these negros, they broke, why you invite one when you know i got a man of this caliber here?". Marg responded "girl chill, he cool, he different" as she got up and hugged me. i saw the reaction on the white dude's face as she said that. He looked thrown off and made it a point to stand up, introduce himself to me and shake my hand. I then said what up to Ariana and she just gave me the gasface look and stared away. This was gonna be a good night i thought to myself Sarcastically.

Anyways the conversations began as this Ariana made it a point to either make eye contact with the white dude (josh) or Marg when she was talking and blatantly ignored me, But Josh, he wasn't feeling the vibe so off and on he would direct topics at me to get me in the mix of things. you could tell she was fuming and hated that. At some point she got up and asked Marg to escort her to the ladies room. Josh said to me 'dude? what the hell?", i responded "man bro, have fun, don't let me ruin that shit for you,know what i mean?", and Josh responded "u know her? yall got some kinda history i dont know about?", i responded "first time meeting her in person but i know about her online activities,i wasn't surprised she would act like this based on who i am", So josh pulled out his phone and googled her and as he read through her posts , he kept saying "fuck this, you can't be serious? ohhh is that what i'm good for?", then at some point he said 'wait? white men are soft?ok got it", so at that point, i knew something was coming but i wasn't ready for what he had in stall for her. about 10 minutes later, the ladies came back and the waitress showed up and asked us if we were ready to order. Marg ordered first, then i did, then Ariana offcourse decided to Ordered some of the most expensive items on the menu as Josh sat there looking at me with the whole (you see this shit) look, and then made it a point to order the most modest meal on the menu. Dude decided to wait at least 25 minutes after the orders were made to say "you do realize i'm not gonna pay for your food right? i didn't come here to feed you so lets be clear right now, you pay for your own meal". The look on her face was priceless. She tried whispering to him but i could hear her say "I'm using to guys getting the tab so i kinda left my money at home hoping you were one of those guys". josh whispered back "I'm not" and she started looking all confused and shit as she called for the waitress and said "mam, is it possible to change my order to something cheaper, I just realized i left my bank card at home so i can't pay for what i ordered. Josh added "don't forget the drinks you ordered, those cost a bit too, get her some water". So i was sitting there literally cracking up on the inside and then the situation dawned on me, every stereotype she threw out there was about to be crushed. I quickly told the waitress, "hold up, don't change her order, let her get everything she ordered, Ill pay for everyone's meal tonight". The waitress gladly adhered and added "thats a kind gesture sir, considering we already had those meals started" and walked away. Let me tell you, She shut the fuck up the rest of the night not making eye contact with any of us in embarassment.

i off course as the night went, pulled out my phone when the tab finally came and tweeted "i , a black man am about to pay for ariana's (tagged her) meal. Lets just say after that night ,she toned down her rhetoric when countless people retweeted and laughed at her, Me and Josh off course became great friends to this day. Marg on the other hand felt my tweet was cold hearted and we argued about it that night after i reminded her that she could have been telling her friend the same when she was writing all those wack things about brothers. she went quiet.

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A few days Later, i was at home when i got a knock on my door. i opened it to see my dude menace. He had just done a 5 year bid and had just gotten released. Being that we had been great friends, he sought me out first for a place to crash and re evaluate things. I gladly let him in and we caught up again. he looked like a change man. he certainly made use of the prison gym, that was for sure. the cold look he always had was non existent and it felt like this time he was ready to do the right thing with his life as he said 'man,im done with the streets, i know i got this record over me but imma try to live on the straight and narrow'. I basically told him i had his back and let him Unwind. Offourse it had been 5 years since i saw my dude so that evening, i threw a lil party and invited all the homies and some chicks. I had this chicago chick with a fat ass on her Belinda come through as a way to get my man to ease his tensions. i straight up told her "take care of my dude tonight,i know you got this" and like clockwork, the night ended with the objective met.
I hadn't heard from Marg for days,i knew she was mad about the whole ariana situation but at the time,i did not care. If she was done with me, so be it. i had things to handle, One of them being that i had to meet nicole at the coffee shop and discuss where our situation was headed. i got to the coffee shop to Nicole sitting there all dolled up like it was some kinda date. i thought to myself "bitch please" as she got up to try and hug me and i gestured for her to not even try. She then said "why you being like that, i thought we were past the bullshit by now". I thought to myself, (did this bitch not see the twitter tirade her bitch ass semi pro idiot sent me), but i didn't bring it up and told her "say what you gotta say, i got things to do". So she proceeded to give me this story about how the semi pro dude wanted her but she's not going and that she and dude have never engaged in anything together, its all a misunderstanding and i needed to chill with being jelous. i responded "thats not what he says" and she started getting on the defensive talking about how i needed to prove it , so i pulled up the tweets and showed her. This broad schemed through everything and her face turned red in anger saying "ohhhh so you paying for dates with ariana? i thought you hate feminists, is that what you fucking now? seriously??" and threw my phone at me. I laughed and told her "u don't know what you talking about ,i also like how you ignored the tweets i initially showed you", she gets up and storms out. I basically laughed as she walked out and drank my coffee.

I got back home to Menace going in on Belinda in the room and decided to take a drive around town just cause. I decided to make a stop at electric circuit to see how my cd was selling. The news was positive even though i wanted more out of the situation but hey, there were dudes who had albums in there years at a time and sold no copy whatsoever. It was a few hours later when Marg called me and said she wanted to meet downtown at a spot called brothers for happy hour. Off course i wasn't too big a fan of her at that moment but i wanted to hear what she had to say. I got there to her with her lil mini Mp3 behaving like nothing happened and told me to listen. She had recorded over the beats i gave her and the songs were pretty good, the only issue was the mixing, it was horrible but to her credit, she had recorded these things in her bedroom with make shift equipment so i understood completely the lack of quality where he work was concerned. So i brought it up to her again. i told her "listen, lets go over to my guy's crib, he can hear your shit, i promise you, he will bang you out the perfect beats, record you and mix your shit down professionally for you". She then brought up the excuse of all that being expensive but i assured her she wouldn't pay a dime so she decided after a bit of resistance to give it a shot. i offcourse was thrown off by her refusal to take such a great opportunity but as the story progresses,u will know why.

An hour later, we were in Minnetonka at an exclusive gated community. before getting there i called Rico and explained why i was coming, offcourse he was excited to be part of the whole process and expected me. As we jumped out of the car, you could tell she was bemused. she had never been to a mansion that huge before. everything looked alien to her as her eyes wandered everywhere with fascination. Rico walked out and as his usual humble self ,invited us In. We then headed straight to his house studio located in the basement as me and him did a bit of catch up then he asked "so you the talented young lady im hearing about", she responded "yes" and so he asked her to show him what she got. He then got up, headed to one of his keyboards and instructed her, "just slowly sing the Lines,Let me get a feel for it". As she sang, he played key by Key slowly creating a melody. it was one of the most fascinating things i had ever seen and by the time she was done with the lyrics, he had a song created and ready to be brought to life. He then instructed her to go to the booth and sing over his beat. she seemed nervous, you could tell she had never been in a professional studio situation but with some encouragement, she let loose and sang her soul away. we sat by the boards Taking in her Harmony as Rico said "when this session is done,i gotta talk to you alone bro".

as soon as she was done. He told us "shes got a song here,shes got something here" and then assured us, he would mix it all down before the week was over. He then directed his attention towards her and asked her "whats the end game here? what you trying to do with this music?", she responded "i'm trying to go as far as it goes, definitely want a career outta this". Rico then dropped the ill truth on her , "Look, i gotta tell you, your lyrics are crazy, they almost sound like they came from a whole different era, a more polished era,classical almost, these young chicks aint writing like this no more, but check this out, honestly, you voice needs Alot of work, you won't break through with that voice but heres the good news, you got a great body, maybe you can get in Via modelling, set up photoshoots,get some agencies to take you on, you will kill it on that circuit, not saying stop music,but you a bad chick, modelling will take you far quick". She looked offended and responded "i don't sell sex, i'm not gonna get naked for some horny men to objectify me, sorry can't do" and stormed out. Rico then said to me "bro, ive been in this game,u know that, i done worked with Legit artists out there,trust me, she can write,not saying her voice is bad,shes got a good voice but she needs an exceptional voice to make it out here, she can eat via 2 hustles, either model or write songs for sale, anyways bro, help this chick how you can, i tried for her and shes welcome anytime to use my studio". i took his words in and dapped him and headed out. In the Car, the ride back consisted of her finding every bad name in the book to call dude. she was seriously offended . she did not realize he was a pro trying to help her. i basically told her "welcome to trying to be a musician, this is what the game is like". she went quiet and buried her head in her phone.

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it was saturday Morning when my phone rang, the lawyer's secretary finalled called to see what i was up to. That day i had no plans so i made it known my schedule was open. she then suggested we get that drink in the Afternoon around 2 that day so it was a date. Now before i continue on, There was an ex journalist here in MN by the name of Bianca who used to work for the tribune, she specialized in entertainment and music columns and was pretty damn good at her job. i for most part met her at every show i did and we became friends. she was one of the few who plugged me with a few other opportunities in town so yeah i had mad love for her. after years of working for the newspaper, she decided to break away and do her own thing, she then started a local magazine called "leak". Now Initially it sounded like a great addition to our entertainment scene here in MN ,but things quickly went crazy when it finally launched. let me explain, it was the TMZ of MN for local artists. she had these dudes/females out here with cameras taking pics of more popular rappers here and exposing dirt or explosive shit about their private lives. It initially started off as a fascinating and somewhat interesting publication but after it really took off, it became a nightmare for alot of people, cats where getting caught up with their sidechicks, fake rappers were getting exposed, undercover groupies, undercover gay dudes etc, it quickly became the reason why alotta people were getting their asses whooped, rappers beefing with each other, dudes beating up their girls because pics were coming up of the chick with another dude, it was all ugly. I personally had not been a victim of it because of nicole. everyone knew she was my girl and we were monogamous so no one cared, there was a no dirt there, Nothing hot and raunchy to write home about, but that was about to change. i was about to go from the dude who laughed at the victims of this publication to the guy who wanted it destroyed and done with.

At 2, i finally met up with jessica, the secretary at Crave resturant. she Looked sexy as fuck, she had this short black dress on with a jean jacket over it. her hair was in curls and she rocked all these jewels on her neck and hands. as a matter of fact, she looked way more gorgeous than the first time i met her. We had a great time chatting. she seemed intelligent and open minded. One thing that stood out about her was her humor, She had corny humor i liked alot. I sat there and Imagined to myself "a woman like this, she prolly lives high maintanance, but i like them classy and open minded like her so lets see where it goes". Everything vibed right but the reality was i didn't want anything serious with her, all i wanted to do was fuck and i made it known in a slick way. i kept telling her "damn..you have the smoothest tigh's every, my hands are starting to have a mind of their own,...must....resist". She laughed and grabbed my hand and slowly caressed her tigh with them slowly down to her panty area and stopped and said "play your cards right and you may just proceed further". the liquor too was factoring in and I was ready to take her home but i played it cool Until we felt it was time to leave. Being that we were Kinda tipsy, we called up an Uber and headed to my place. we walked in as she said "OOOnice place" and perched on the couch looking at me like a lion scoping its prey out. It was a mutual thing, we both knew what we wanted. I did not Hesitate and slid my hands down her dress. She gladly spread her legs wider while unbuckling my belt. Before Long, Chick was deepthroating like a hoover vacuum cleaner. She was a monster, she took her time with the mouth Game while staring me in the eye asking me "do you like it daddy". She had my soul so captivated i could not even respond, After i felt her lips had done enough work,i took her to the room and smashed her. That pussy was fire and she was just as wild as fire. she was loud too. When we were done, we laid there in bed both exhausted. i picked up my phone and one of the homies had invited me to a party later that night. I Asked her if she wanted to go and she gladly agreed so it was a date and i couldn't wait. She left some minutes later. Later on Menace, showed up, i told him about the party, he was Game and wanted to call belinda to invite her. i quickly stopped him and reminded him "bro,its been 5Years, there's gonna be a shitload and assortments of pussy at that party, expand". He quickly got the picture and aborted mission. i quickly went down into the basement to lift weights a bit. I was looking forward to having a good time,or so i thought.

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I'll continue this tomorrow, too lazy today

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So here we were at the party in the evening. It was cracking,it was mostly filled with local rappers and wannabe socialites deluding themselves to feel like they are important. It was basically one of those parties where 2 worlds collide and you could spot the difference instantly. the well to do with high tax brackets maintained a composure about themselves, almost as if they were being cautious about how they conducted themselves in there, then there were the overcompensating folks, who wanted people to adhere them as important and worth all the attention but not quite hitting the mark. I on the other hand did what i always did when i went to such gatherings, i always got me glass of liquor, sat in a corner and became the most visible invisible man in the building. My thing was always to spectate, quietly watch everyone else be who they were, it was my way of enjoying parties, i always treated such events like my own personal zoo. there was something about observing human nature,especially where different personalities clashed that was fascinating. Offcourse on this night, jessica sat by me. She had alot to say and that worked just fine for me as i wasn't in the mood to talk much, just chill and take the night in. As hours passed, Menace got into the groove of things, He disappeared into one of the rooms with some blond chick that took to him all night. The host of the party who was a personal friend joined us ,told jessica how i was one of the few dudes he considered fam and shared some absinthe with us he brought in from oversea's when he went to europe for vacation. It did not take long for the absinthe to kick in as i felt my whole aura levitate. I was there, it didn't take much for the drink to put me in that state of mind, the one you chase with a barrage of shots and not quite get there. As stated earlier, i was very observant at parties and so my observations peaked my curiosity at some dude who had just arrived to the gathering. he stuck out like a sore thumb, he didn't seem like the kinda guy who hung out with that crowd, he also wasn't dressed like someone who who came to an urban like party to have a blast. he had a professional aura about him but most importantly, what stood out was the big brown envelope he was holding. Ehe kept talking to people in the party, one by one, as if he was asking them something and not getting the answer he was looking for. I stared as he slowly narrowed down everyone heading my way. Jessica asked "wonder what that guy is doing?'", i told her "beats me, i just hope he doesn't come this way because im not in the mood to answer no questions". Anyways before long, there he was standing right in front of us. i said not a word and gave him the "what now?" stare as he said "great party huh?". i said nothing then he got to the point asking me my name, he said if i was who he was looking for, something great and amazing was in the envelope. something did not seem right about it all so i decided i was gonna give him my rap moniker. i responded "im shifter, whats this about man?" and dude responded "no, i need your full government name , not a nickname, i assure you, this will change your life". Dude sounded like a fed to me so i quickly told him, "dude, i dont know what you're on, but im gonna step away from you, you could have mailed whatever is in that envelope so i dont trust this shit" and pulled jessica away from him. He stood there, stared at us with a corny smile on his face and proceeded to talk to those in his viscinity while staring my way and pointing as us, it was weird as fuck. I noticed he was talking to one of my homegirls so i called her over after he was done with her and asked her "what did that dude say to you?", she responded "its weird, he was asking me what your full name is like some kinda fed,something don't sound right so i told him to ask you himself, he said he did and you were unpleasant with him". As we were conveersating , Menace walked outta the room with the blonde girl, quickly dapped me and emphasized how much he needed this party to get his mind of things. He then said he was going to step outside for a smoke. I quickly offered to step out with him because the energy in the room was ugly. As we walked out, the weird dude with the envelope followed and then sped towards us and said to Menace, "you're Lamont smith,Aren't you, if so, you have won a life changing prize right here in this envelope". Menace ,without thinking twice responded "don't nobody call me by that name man, unless you a fed but whatever, thats me, what's in that envelope?". The weird man, instantly put the envelope in Menace's hands and said boldly "you have been served". and walked away instantly.

Menace stood there looking stunned saying to himself, i know this aint what i think it is, mAnnnnn" and opened it. As he read, He started turning red and fuming and then yelled "this fucking bitch man, i just got out and she already trying get me outta character, how the fuck she think im gonna put money in her hands when i just got out, bitch i aint got shit," . so off course i asked "whats going on?" and he yelled "bro this bitch Taking me to court over child support payments, this fucking bitch been keeping my daughter from me and now she wants money from me, man fuck this bitch, she always tryna see me fail,the fuck man,what the fuck" . Dude looked visibly pissed and ready to lose it and i knew, he needed to be kept calm or something bad was going to happen so i tried my best to and told him "dude, obviously she had you served here to destroy your day, she wants to see you unhappy and ruin your night and you being pissed like this is giving her what she wants, just go back in, grab your chick,have fun and tomorrow,we shall discuss this shit and figure out how to handle it, its your night man, have fun". so he took heeded and headed back in.

The whole time for some reason, Jessica wasn't moved by the whole situation at all, almost as if she was used to that kinda activity and that kinda made me curious. Anyways, after that, she whispered "you wanna come over to my place and lets get away from all this drama? you ready for round 2?". i Instantly took up the offer and we jetted off in her Car. it was later night as we drove through the quiet streets. I was still tipsy as fuck as i rode shotgun with the car seat leaning back checking out her smooth tigh's while the speakers blarred the sounds of tribe called quest . as we drove, I noticed the direction we were headed and it was kinda odd because it seemed like she was driving towards the east side which was basically one of the craziest hoods in town. i thought to myself, 'surely a sophisticated chick like her couldn't live there, she prolly has business there, she prolly is going to cop some weed", so i took the initiative to ask her, "you got biz in the east side?", she smiled and replied "i actually live in the east side, told you we going to my place". It was prolly about 5 minutes after that when we reached her apartment complex. Yea you could tell we were in the hood, even in the dark, it looked unkept. Trash around, rusty pipes, deteriorating paint and all that. It looked like the building was about to collapse any moment. For me, it was simple, what did i care? that was some fire pussy and nothing was going to stop me from getting some more of it. We slowly walked in through the main door and there were 2 sketchy dudes just standing there looking like mischief was on their shoulder whispering in their ears. One of the dudes stared at me, almost sizing me up and said " i got that bomb nigga". i responded dismissingly "Im good" and walked into her apartment with her. For some reason, she did not turn on the lights and grabbed me by my hand leading me to her room. it was odd as we walked in the dark and i felt like i was stepping on a buncha stuff on the ground.It was almost a task getting into her room. As soon as we got in, she laid in the bed ,spread eagle and i did my thing. As usual, she was relentless with it, but most notably, she was a loud moaner.


After a night of intense boot knocking, i was too tired and tipsy to even do anything so we both passed out on her bed till the next day. It was early hours of the morning when i was awoken by what seemed like someone walking over us in bed. I gradually opened my eyes and to my shock, there was a little girl on the bed trying to wake jessica up. she kept saying "Mama ,im Hungry". It was one of the weirdest situations i had ever been in, especially being that beneath the sheets i was naked so instantly gasped "oh shit" and she got up and went all ghetto on the kid and yelled "WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT COMING IN HERE WHEN I HAVE GUESTS, GET OUT, NOW, YOUR ASS NEEDS TO START LISTENING BEFORE I WHOOP YOUR BUTT", So the little girl stormed out crying. After that little episode, Jesicca turned to me,behaving like nothing happened and started kissing on my neck while fondling me. she said "i could go for more right now" But her advances were falling short as i was not into it. The whole child situation killed it all for me and she realized it as she said "whats wrong? Don't you wanna get some this morning?", i responded "what i want is for you to go feed the kid, this shit feels wrong". She sat up with an angry look and asked "what do you mean it feels wrong?", i responded "i mean theres a hungry little girl out there and you over here trying to fuck". It really bugged me out, every impression i had of her dwindled as i thought to myself (she let me fuck while her kid was home, and she moans loud, that kid prolly heard that, wtf). She instantly got up, wrapped a sheet around herself and stormed out saying "yeah whatever".

I got up, wore my clothes and looked around the room, It was messy as fuck, clothes everywhere, the walls stained, cracks etc. It just felt uncomfortable so i decided i was just gonna shower quick and leave. i walked into the living room and damn near puked. There were toys everywhere on the floor, and some odd smell in there. the couches looked dingy as fuck and torn. I literally saw a roach rush through the place and some kinda weird brownish wet stain was on the ceiling. It was just horribly. i could not believe she was living like that. i could not believe she was raising a kid in those conditions. could not believe she could stand that smell everyday without caring to handle it. I knew at that moment ,i needed to get the fuck outta that dingy ass apartment. I proceeded to ask her "yo you mind if i take a quick shower before i leave,got meetings today", she responded as she fried something in the kitchen "sure, use any towel you want". I quickly rushed into the bathroom to seeing worse than her bedroom and living room. It had to be one of the dirtiest bathrooms i had ever seen, there were molds on the walls, the bath had dirt rings around it,she had used tampons on the ground all over. The sink was packed with hair and some weird black gooey substance. Nothing prepared me for the shit stained panties laying on the ground and the unflushed toilet that smelled like century old piss. It was like being trapped in hell and being punished for having pleasure, there was no way in hell i was gonna take a shower in that dingy bathroom so i decided to fake it and turned on the water and let it run as i stood there, reached for my phone in my pants and quickly texted Kimma to come and get me. i wanted out and quick. As i texted, she yelled from the kitchen "hey Cris, you wan't some toast?", i quickly declined "nah im good,ill have breakfast at the meeting, thanks though". There was no way in hell i was going to eat in that Dirty ass apartment. I felt bad for that kid. she was living in a bacteria and viral eden. i fought hard not to puke.

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Id say about 10 minutes after pretending i was in there showering, I finally walked out into the living room but to my surprise , it was all quiet, no sign of her or her daughter. I called for her twice but no response so i decided to check her bedroom and she wasn't there either. i walked back into the living room alert wondering what the deal was then i heard what sounded like voices yelling outside. i walked to the window and slowly shifted the blinds and there she was outside in a shouting match with this smallish dude with conrows. i couldn't make out everything they said but the little bit i could get had to do with me. Dude was yelling "you fucked a nigga in the crib while my daughter was in there, bitch you bogus", and she kept responding with how much of a dead beat he was and how he needed to mind his business. i stood there thinking to myself (man,what gives, do i have to fight someone today?). Dude started yelling "fuck that, imma see this nigga, on G, yall got me fucked up" and proceeded to walk towards the apartment complex. I found it odd that they both left the little girl in his car and headed towards the apartment. i found a stool nearby to sit down and even then i felt weird about it. There was no way i was going to sit on those couches, not in a million years. It didn't take long for dude to storm in there yelling obscenities at me, claiming i fucked his bitch while his daughter was in there. I guess he didn't know how my disposition was from the angle i was sitted at so i proceeded to stand up and towered over him. His tone instantly changed as he slick copped plea's saying "you know what im saying, you would be mad too if some nigga was fucking your bitch while your kid is around feel me? im just trying to be a father mayne, you got kids g?". i diverted attention to her and asked her "you his bitch? that your man? cause you didn't tell me you had a man Or a kid". She quickly responded "we aint together, he just my bitchass baby dady". Dude jumps into defense mode "oh for real? so i aint fuck you 2 days ago?" and she added with flawed logic 'don't mean im your bitch". They kept going at it back and forth as i hoped it would just end quick. I told dude "look man,you and her have things to figure out,i didn't even know there was a kid here but there are more pressing matters, if yall both care about this kid, get her into a better neighbourhood and home, dude,u wanna be a good father? give her a better life". Dude stood back looking at me with deranged eyes and responded "wtf nigga, you dont know me, u dont know what i do or dont do for mines". I asked him "she works, do you?", he responded "nigga,i was locked up,they aint hiring no convicts, but i do for mines". i nonchalantly pulled out my phone hoping kImma was close as he said "man, you lucky im a good nigga feel me, some other nigga would be throwing them hands or busting caps". I walked up to dude and told him " we clearly won't bust caps but if u wanna throw hands, lets get it". Dude instantly copped a plea and said "nah nigga ,I'm on probation but real talk though, watch how you handle yourself out here g". I knew at that moment i was so over this whole situation but to piss dude off, i walked up jessica, kissed her on the lips and said "Im out, got meetings,hope yall figure it out", she inquired 'wait,how you gonna get out there,i was gonna give you a ride back", i responded "nah its cool,got a ride coming" and walked out as dude stood there talking crazy under his breath. I walked down the street and spotted a coffee shop nearby and walked in there to sit down and wait on Kimma. I vowed it was the last time,i would deal with her ever again.

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ill continue this later today