uriel cain.

EXOTIC was honestly and truly fed up with ongoing bullshit; well, he just ran out of alcohol and he needed more. for the first time in a long while, he got out of his place not giving a single damn of what might can actually happen and headed to the nearest liquor store. “slatt!” he smiled wide once he figured that the store is open. once he got inside, he took a cart and started filling it up with the bottles that he needed in his life.

“Aye what’s good?” Uriel shouts standing at the back of the store searching for bottles of champagne. “We need to get plastered!”

“ayee, slatt slatt!” EXOTIC shouts back as he lifts one hand up in the air while holding onto the bottle. “ya ran out of ya supplies like i did, huh?”

“I sure fucking did. I needed my drinks nah i mean.” Uriel laughed trying to understand why they didn’t have his usual. “I normally have it delivered but i wanted to come out and get some air.”

EXOTIC was honestly and truly fed up with ongoing bullshit; well, he just ran out of alcohol and he needed more. for the first time in a long while, he got out of his place not giving a single damn of what might can actually happen and headed to the nearest liquor store. “slatt!” he smiled wide once he figured that the store is open. once he got inside, he took a cart and started filling it up with the bottles that he needed in his life.

“Aye what’s good?” Uriel shouts standing at the back of the store searching for bottles of champagne. “We need to get plastered!”

Relax? What you mean?

If youre talking about Nova she did that shit to herself. She might be your nigga but she wrong.

“i’m feelin’ ya.” RAKYM said as he nodded, but that wasn’t visible through the phone. “hoes ain’t the same as they used to be. they were all fun and shit, now they some money thirsty ass bitches who open their legs to get ya ass in trouble. i had enough of them.”

“Or trap you with a baby and want marriage.” Uriel mumbled referring to Nikia. “It’s crazy to think my harem having babies now they all want one.”

RAKYM cackled to himself before joking. “i really thought twitter is for the teens, but ya ass and TYLER can’t live without it.” he teased before smirking. “i keep telling ya bra, stop rollin’ ‘round wit’ all these hoes. these hoes DM me everyday, i just leave ‘em on read. they all serve the same.” ROCKY laughed some again and stretched his back.

“Cause of this shit i had to drop six hoes.” Uriel laughs shaking his head. “I need to replace em. Nah i mean?”

“he mad pressed i blew up and he didn’t. i always gave him his creds, but my career took off and his didn’t. when fuckers get jealous they start acting funny, and that’s what he did. since fucking 2012 he’s still mad.” ROCKY did a brief jump to his and SPACE’s history before kissing on his teeth. “and it was a regular thing in HARLEM, we had mad pool parties over dere. everyone in the damn pool. he was dere too. he just trynna start shit out of nun. but good looks fam, thanks for letting me know.” RAKYM relaxed some, it was just PURRP talking shit, and it wasn’t EXOTIC. why, would it upset him if it were him talking on the blogs? yes, it would, RAKYM had to confess to himself. “ya for real? they takin’ twitter away from ya?” RAKYM laughed and bobbed his head from side to side at the foolery.

“Yeah after the Xaire shit and I spoke on his miscarried or aborted child, they snatched it from me at first with limited access and when I went at it again, they took it from me for good. Changed the email and everything...I get no say in what’s posted. Shit sucks...I wanna talk shit. Especially cause this hoe I invited over name Cherokee never showed the fuck up. How you in my DM and ask to come through and not show up.”

“FRANK’s a fuckin’ GOD brabra, and my closest friend. extremely talented. but say what, PURRP talkin’ again?” RAKYM laughed with his infamous windex spray laughter and shook his head. “fuck that hoe man, he be talkin’ shit since 2012. that’s what mad hoes do.” ROCKY chuckled at the whole nonsense. “i ain’t TYLER, i’m not into rubbin’ on no fuckers booty.” he had to tease his best friend who immediately reacted. “i can rub on your chocolate boooty.” TYLER did his creepy ass smile as he continued. “who ya on the phone with? i can rub his booty too!” “go to fucking hell, TY, sick of ya shit!” RAKYM laughed and reached his leg out to prevent TYLER of getting closer. “but ay, thanks for letting me know tho.” ROCKY said to URIEL.

“Nah shoulda asked me that last month nigga. Look I’m just saying dude got pictures and posted them apparently he said you blacklisted him. So just be on the look out you know? And nah issue i was gonna say shit and but the PR team got to me first...they locked me out of my twitter.” He mumbled.

“FRANK who? don’t tell me ya talkin’ ‘bout my bestie FRANK OCEAN.” RAKYM chuckled as he watched TYLER huff and puff like an old man while he was cleaning the truck. “say say, who’s talkin’ ‘bout me? yea, tell me wassup.” RAKYM got curious as he took a seat on one of the boxes. “ya got their name, or just a fan?” but ROCKY got uncomfortable for a second. what if EXOTIC had something to say? although, he seemed to be just like him, he didn’t care about gossips and blogs in general. “fuck wrong wit’ ya face, why ya ain’t smilin’ like ya usually do, AUNT JEMIMA?” TYLER questioned as he looked over at ROCKY. “TYLER, fuck off.” RAKYM waved him off, but smiled some. sometimes, TYLER could get way too annoying, but RAKYM wasn’t able to get mad at him.

“Yeah that nigga, but some nigga same spaceghostpurrp posted a photo of you and he was just saying made shit. Saying you was rubbing another mans ass in a pool at a party you invited him to or some shit. It’s hit some blogs but they all ain’t pick it up so you good for now.”

“nah, ya know imma boomer, ain’t checkin’ the fucks going on on IG. i heard about it tho.” RAKYM looked over at TYLER who gave away the last bag. “go home! everybody, go home!” TYLER yelled at people, it was hard to guess if it was in a joking way or he was serious. TYLER was just TYLER, and ROCKY chuckled at his best friend.

“And to think I used to hate that nigga, kinda now feel bad for fuckin Frank up, but that’s in the past and he ain’t sue me.” Uriel shrugged still feeling bad about his past actions. “Oh....and dude I heard some nigga outted you on the blogs. I know you don’t care, but I thought I should let you know whats up.”

“they can suck my dick.” RAKYM shrugged as he pulled down his GUCCI bandana and a mask. “that’s why i ain’t got no PR team, they all clowns. but wassup wit’ ya?”

“Losing money, snorted some, made a few tik tok’s, played wit the dogs, now I’m smoking shit shit it is grand...Tory stay adding me on his radio shit, him and that mic getting on my nerves. You seen that shit?”

“i’m mindin’ my business brah, ion care what others do. i didn’t want my shit to go public, but looks like motherfuckers never sleep.” he kissed on his teeth as he looked out the truck’s window just to see people with their phones, filming the truck. 

“Yeah and now these PR teams are running wild trying show how charitable we are and making sure the shit hits the blogs.”

RAKYM’s brows deeply creased. still tired and irritated, it took him a second to process what he just heard. “we ain’t doin’ dis shit for publicity or to look good, brah brah. shit ain’t no competition on who doin’ who. if ya feel like givin’ ya do it, if nah then not.” he smirked dryly. “better fire ya PR team if they trynna flex just to look good. if they want to they can donate or do some shit themselves instead of turning shit into fucking competition.”

“Nah since ya went out there, Lizzo did some shit, ummm that hazel eye chick with the huge forehead donated millions, everyone doing shit and I’m just making tik toks.”

Relax? What you mean?