𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐊 was in the middle of a studio session when a familiar face entered the room. Glancing over at him, the male shook his head. “What you doin’ in my city, nigga?” 𝐘𝐄 asked before dapping the shorter male up. 𝐊𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐊 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 chuckled at the greeting before shaking his head and waving him off. “That’s what I wanted to drop by and talk about. Streets sayin’ this ain’t yo city no mo’ cause dat jit takin’ ova’.”
With furrowed brows and his face contorting in confusion, 𝐘𝐄 looked at him. “What you talkin’ about?” Taking a seat on the plush couch, 𝐊𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐊 made himself comfortable while digging into a bag of chips. The two sat in silence, well near silence, for what felt like 10 minutes as the Florida native munched on the sea salt potato chips. “What the fuck goin’ on? I know you ain’t come here to shoot the breeze and eat all my damn chips.” 𝐘𝐄 reminded him, hoping the male would quit stalling.
“Relax, damn. Kato tryna take over, start his own label. Lil nigga been talkin’ ‘bout it and sayin’ he finna snatch all yo artists. Ain’t y’all cool? I personally, wouldn’t allow dat level of disrespect.” He spoke while licking his fingers free of the chip residue and glancing at 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐊, who wore a deadpan expression.
He shrugged a bit then turned his attention back to the soundboard he was sitting at. “Everyone know I like competition, so it’s no big deal. At the end of the day, this my city and he can’t move till I say so.” The 28-year-old did his best to mask how upset he actually was. After all, he knew people had a tendency to use his outbursts against him. He considered Kato a friend and someone he respected, but once again this proved there’s no friends in the industry. “Thanks for puttin’ me on game. I gotta get back to this, though so I’ma see you around.” He politely dismissed the man. “Take the chips with you, too.” With that, 𝐘𝐄 sat in silence as the gears in his head began turning.
