ALL $MILES

“what can i say, ya gonna be a proud pops with million of babies.” RAKYM laughed and got up from the box he was sitting at, then tuck the phone between the side of his face and his shoulder and pulled off the gloves from his hands, threw them away then put on the fresh pair of gloves. “bet ya gonna make like ten new kids during the quarantine ‘cause ain’t nobody told ya what’s a condom.” then, RAKYM smirked to himself. there were benefits of fucking men. they can’t get pregnant. but he will keep it to himself, nobody had to know that EXOTIC showed him the other side of the moon.

“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.”

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.

“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.

“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.

“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.

“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.

“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?”

“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. 

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.”

both ROCKY and TYLER were tired but also shared the same weird satisfaction from accomplishment of their idea. "yo, stay safe lady, don't fucking cry." TYLER smiled at the old lady who took the bag with supplies, and what he just said was him being nice and polite. ROCKY chuckled and shook his head at his best friend and handed the bag to the man who stood there with a kid. "stay safe, aight?" ROCKY said but got interrupted by the light buzz in his pocket. his phone kept blowing up all day long but he was way too busy and not in the mood to even look on the screen. but now, he had a hope it could be someone he actually waited a call or a text from. RAKYM pulled his phone out, but it was just URIEL. "wassup?" RAKYM picked the phone up and walked further into the truck to stay alone during the call.

“yo, would ya believe me if i say i have zero fucks to give about anime and their villains that i have zero idea of?” RAKYM exposed his perfect set of teeth in a charming yet cheesy smile. “goin’ crazy over toilet paper like ya can’t wash ya shit in case if the whole world will go out of it.” ROCKY shook his head then tilted it to the side. “i’m still gettin’ out and i believe i’m gon’ continue doing so. just stayin’ away from people will do. shit man, but at least if all the fucks gon’ stay at home then maybe shit ain’t gonna spread much. but fuck knows, all this shit is fucking suspicious. i’m not sure this virus shit happened “naturally”, if ya kno what i’m sayin.”

“then go ‘head for it. if ya already have a name and theme, ya ain’t gotta worry ‘bout nun.”

RAKYM listened to URIEL and said nothing just to let the male to talk since he needed to get the shit off his chest, but in all honesty, ROCKY had no idea who all these women are. “if ya don’t fuck wit’ somebody than don’t entertain ‘em and don’t waste ya time. it’s dat simple brabra.” RAKYM shrugged while destroying his candies that he brought with him. “if ya gonna do something to match with what ya already had, it will be repetitive. and repetitive shit ain’t about the artistic growth. just sayin’ tho, man.” ROCKY licked his now sweet lips from all the candy and looked at the time on his phone. “it’s good to hear ya got ya freedom tho. once me and the MOB got own shit, ain’t nobody trynna fool us or get in the business.”