๐issed rap starlet echo 'ice' velour's first twitch stream? check the highlight reel. . . โคต๏ธ
accompanied by two of her not-so-close friends she spent two iconic fashion weeks with, ๐๐๐ shows off the castle-esque mansion she booked for tomorrow night's single launch partyโan indoor pool in the basement, a bar on all three floors, and a game room for guests' pleasure. but tonight, it's all hers.
"yes, i booked a private chef for a single release. yeah i'm extra as hell and don't give a fuck." the sakura crowned artist exclaimed while taking viewers through the expansive home's base level. she'd offer a quick twirl and a wink to the lens, joining the chefs in the kitchen to see some of her favorites being made โ cajun stir fry, some well made cheesesteaks, and ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ก๐๐๐, a peruvian dish she tried and became obsessed with while in paris.
after dipping a hand into the sampler plate and taking one of the finger foods, the fridge is the next victim. "y'all, i mighta snatched this ๐ ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ wine from the restaurant we went to last night. . . we liโoh shit. nahhh, they don't sponsor me." she chuckled swiping the bottle away from view. they wouldn't get her 60k viewers without cuttin' a check.
"to bad bitches prospering," glasses clink and she downs more of her go go juice, the bubbles filling her with giggles and it didn't make it any better when ๐ ๐๐๐ played through the sonos speaker. ice is a crowd pleaser first and foremost and isn't the point of streaming being yourself just a little more entertaining. and maybe it's the liquid mood enhancer working its magic but she was tossin' the fuck out that thing.
"chat's sayin' play fmk! let's play let's play!" suni exclaimed as soon as the night's hostess sat down, flashing her the smaller screen which caused ice to bust into a fit of giggles. "what are these names y'all ???? i'm seein . . . ken carsonโwho? uh, playboi carti. and key glock. k, that's easy. damn, we ain't even gave y'all the house tour for real. okay, let's walk around while i think."
cue the girls waltzing through the home, chuckling while little whispers floated between them until echo spoke up.
"okay so we just looked at pics of all of themโi'd show but i ain't tryna go viral and people say i'm body shaming or some shit. but anyways, okay uhhh ๐๐ข๐๐ carti, ๐๐๐๐๐ฆ key, and who elโoh, sorry ๐ค๐๐ง๐ง๐ฒ."
while the trio traversed each floor of the house to show off each room, briefly stopping in ice's master suite ๏น the game room, with suni calling out more names on the way. "mmkay, speed roundโgervonta davis, ja morant, and damien padilla." as soon as she said the last name with a snicker echo cut her eyes at her, only able to laugh herself given she didn't wanna make a scene on the live.
"bitch you soโummmm, anyway. chat, y'all messy as fuck. off rip i'ma say goodbye to tank. he's just not my type chat. ja, if you see this, fuck wit' me. i like em tall, dark, and handsome. for real." then the minx pushed pink strands behind her shoulders and then started singing off key. "๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ก๐ข๐๐ โ๐ข๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ok lemme stop." she doubled over laughing before finishing her now third glass, with bb egging her on and turning on the meghan trainor track for a second before the girls fell over laughing again.
"nah but for real. i'd say dame can fuck but that nigga might got something. so damn, double homicide. okay bonus round, drop some girls!!! cause i'm a girl's girl."
now bb wielded the phone, showing suni some of the names and giggling a bit. just when she was about to playfully scold them for going too slow, suni started spitting out names. "seven, dijonai carringtonโthat basketball player, aaaand soleil valemont."
"oh! my girlsssss, um this is hard. i'ma fuck seven cause i know she lay it down. . ." she couldn't even contain her laughter, covering her mouth and looking away from the camera. the thought of doing anything with one of her friends was almost unrealistically comical. "nai would be the perfect wife. and sol? ugh, she so fine. you get a ๐๐๐ ๐ we don't kill women around here."
as the stream neared its end, the girls made their way back to the kitchen and ice ran over to the open laptop, plugging her phone in to pull up the unreleased track ๐๐ฆ๐๐ก๐ก, dropping at midnight.
"y'all ... it's only thirty minutes til my song drop. i had so much fun making it! ain't nobody guessed the feature yet. since you guys tuned into my stream you get to hear it first. ๐โ๐๐๐๐ , ๐โ๐๐ก" then her fourth and final glass tapped the camera with a dainty smile spread across her bubblegum glossed pout. the thump of the beat's bass came in and instinctively she started dancing, rapping along while dancing with bb to close it out.
"video at midnight!!! i'ma fuck with y'all tomorrow. bye chaaaaaat!"
๐ป๐บ๐น ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ SPICE ARRESTED WHILE ON VACATION IN JAMAICA
Big Mama found herself in ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ข๐๐๐ last night in Montego Bay. She'll be held in Tower Street Correctional Facility over the weekend and be allowed to post bail Monday morning.
Celebrity โ Naomi Hyatt, better known as American rapper ๐พ๐๐๐๐ was arrested in ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ late last night after a celebraion [of her music video shoot]. Sources at the scene say she was ejected from an unmarked black suburban at 2:21AM, following a ten minute mid-speed chase where the vehicle initially refused to pull over. With conflicting statements, and the artist being incoherent at the time of arrest, authorities are unsure if Hyatt made the call to initiate the chase.
Officers recovered 10 lbs of marijuana, unregistered firearms, non-prescription methamphetamines, and an undisclosed amount of cocaine from the vehicleโmost of which Hyatt denies involvement. At the time of arrest, the rapper is alleged to have been erratic, speaking nonsense that didnโt pertain to the case. โShe keep a seh we haffi let her go or her dog a go dead. Di woman did hysterical, mi mean, we never know wah fi do.โ Officer Clarke recounted. Hyatt was also not alone in the truck, accompanied by five local civilians instead of her usual entourage.
The rapper's tox screen came back with copious amounts of marijuana and of course, alcohol in her system. But authorities donโt find that substantial enough to explain her behavior. Sheโs facing potential charges of possession,โof narcotics and firearmsโintent to distribute, and disorderly conduct tacked on following the chaotic arrest.
Hyatt will be held at Tower Street Adult Correctional Facility over the weekend and be allowed to post first thing Monday morning. Her bail is set at $1,000,000.
What do we think, roomies? Are we saying #๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ?
rising rap star ๐๐๐๐๐ served countless memorable looks on her first headlining tour this fall! styled by the infamous ๐๐๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐๐๐, the artist's looks range from custom to archival โ with a signature style that reflected the feel of the tour and showcased her personality and southern upbringing in a fun, vibrant way.
an undeniable and overarching theme of the ๐.๐.๐.๐. ๐ก๐๐ข๐ ensembles is that they take us to the countryside of the dirty south, where hunting culture influences fashion. animal; print, fur, skin... the rapper sported different textures and fabrics across the 22-night tour embodying her deeply planted ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ roots.
fur coats from ๐ ๐๐๐ at her toronto show, ๐๐๐ ๐ โ๐ข๐ faux fur adorning her arms in connecticut, and even got her hands on some exclusive threads from ๐ ๐5๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐๐ค๐๐๐ with a cow print jacket in arizona.
her houston crowd saw her serve the look she coins 'country Cruella', featuring a custom body length printed trench coat from ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ and matching vail bra. not to mention the ๐ซ๐๐๐ cowboy boots to top off the outfit's western vibe.
revice wasn't the only custom denim that made an appearance on the sold out tour โ it seems the ๐ด-๐ก๐๐ค๐ native can't get enough of a jean look. vintage ๐ด๐๐๐๐ ๐ต๐๐ก๐ก๐๐๐ and a full body custom from ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฏ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ are but a few of her delicious denim collection; her custom belted jeans from @/trendyguy.inc on ig have gone viral twice since their debut at the los angeles date!
one thing each of ๐๐๐๐๐'๐ carefully chosen tour costumes has in common is they're all fitted. her lyric '๐ ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐' rings true as each custom made piece hugs her curves and hides almost nothing from the audience. what better way to show off her hourglass figure than with leather ๏น latex.
the rapstress wowed her halloween crowd in brooklyn with a latex ๐๐๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ฆ ๐ต๐ข๐๐๐ฆ costume custom made by ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ โ paired with chic ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ก๐ knee highs as she rapped across the stage. but she let it all hang out in ohio, and it paid off. the mixed leather lace up top from ๐ ๐๐๐ and ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ low risers she wore at her sixth sold out show in cincinnatti had comments raging across tiktok and instagram asking where to purchase.
even though many of her outfits arguably ran a little dark (don't get us wrong, we love a lady in black!), ๐๐๐๐๐ incorporated captivating splashes of color into her wardrobe that reminded us how cute she is. besides the bold latex ๐๐๐ ๐ โ๐ข๐ set, the rapper looked darling in her soft pink bodysuit from โ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ , matching ๐ฃ๐๐ก๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ bomber jacket and shiny pina cuissarde boots from ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข๐.
this lookbook would be incomplete without the note that nearly everyone's outfit hit. whether self or fan proclaimed, cheetah print has become trademark of ๐๐๐๐๐'๐ brand โ and it showed this tour! social media went wild for this decked out leopard print corset set from ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ and ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐'๐ tracy boot. traffic to both sites has reportedly ramped up over 150% in the last 7 days.
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. . .โฐ ๐๐๐๐๐ for the ๐ฅ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ Show
Overhead the studio lights blaze down onto the live audience seated in front of the stage, the cheerful host presenting a shining smile as she performed her routine intro. Spice lingered near the abundant snack table backstage while awaiting her invitation to her seat, admittedly nervous for her first daytime talk show appearance โ her manager insisted that this milestone only spoke to her bubbling commercial success. And while meant to be taken as praise, the budding starlet couldn't help but feel the pressure of such an implication.
JH: "Let's keep it honest female rap has dominated music this year. I recently had the pleasure of interviewing GloRilla, and this upcoming rap diva was yet another artist making waves both in our homes and on the charts โ well, in my home at least! After being in the rap industry for three years, she released her debut album Sugar Honey Iced Tea and became the first female rapper from her city to top the Billboard Rap Charts! She even took the project on tour so she could bring a little of Magic City to the rest of the states. Everybody, please join me in welcoming the beautiful and immensely talented Spice to the stage!"
Though internally trembling with nerves the artist wore a luminous smile, taking long strides to meet her host between the modern armchairs for a warm embrace. Yet another, softer smile toward the crowd cheering her on before she finally takes her seat.
A french tipped manicured hand comes up to greet her and then the members of the audience whose faces the lights didn't obstruct. "Heyy, Jen! Thank you so much for having me. I'm not really a talk show girlie, but I always tune in to your interviews."
JH: "Thank you for agreeing. That's great, then you know we like to get down to the nitty-gritty on here โ in a respectful way, of course. But I wanna know it all; where you've been, where you're at, and where you're going. We can start with where you're at โ how are you feeling? Your tour ends in a few days; your first headlining tour, might I add. Especially after such a successful and positive response to your album โ you must be on cloud nine."
"Ten." The femme quickly replied without skipping a beat, but she couldn't hide the scoff masked as a laugh that she let out. "I mean, I've had sooo much fun touring! Getting to meet my fans and see people come out for me to support me, it's an unmatched feeling. But man.. this tour.. this tour..! I definitely learned what it means to be independent, you know? There were way more hiccups than I would have liked. And despite me having a team of people behind me, besides my tour manager and a few of the sound guys, none of the people who work with me had been on a tour before. What they really don't tell you, though, is that it all just falls back on you. We had a wardrobe situation the first stop โ honestly, we had a few situations on that first stop. I'm still so sorry Tampa, we gon' have to run that back." A thoughtful pause seemingly takes the air out of the room. Naomi had never seen herself as a victim, nor did she feel like the problems on tour were necessarily against her, but in truth the hate she'd been receiving for everything from timings to production had been weighing on her more than she let on. "But um, I get online and I see people in my mentions about how the tour is run and my call times and the venue's cutoff time... it definitely made me wanna go harder, but it hurt my lil' feelings a little bit."
JH: "I can imagine. I've seen a few clips and I was entertained, so I don't know what they were complaining about. But stuff like that lights a fire under you. For a long time before this show, I was counted out by a lot of my peers. It's surreal to think about what you were doing two years agoโeven a year ago! So many people would've been discouraged by unforeseen circumstances like that. I definitely wouldn't have been able to tell there were any complications at all! What kept you motivated in those times?"
Her brows knit together for a moment and she looked up to the sky; as if she was telepathically talking to God. A weighted sigh precedes her response. "Um, I've always been in a position to take care of those around me. If I call off the tour 'cause I'm emotional one day, I don't get paid. Then they don't get paid, and that's a bad look. Also I'm at a very special point in my career, not just with the public but myself too. I still have to prove myself.. to myself! My confidence in my music is newfound and I only want to strengthen it โ the little victories remind me that I'm on the right track. More than anything, that motivates me. The thought that one day it'll all pay off."
JH: "In many ways it already is! It's easy to get caught up in the critiques, but you are the name rolling off of everyone's tongue right now. There are so many eyes on you, and while it can feel daunting there's no better opportunity to seize your moment. Plus, no matter what the naysayers have to say you've gotten the nod of approval from some big hitters. Rick Ross, Gucci Mane, T.I., and Usher to name just a few. And I'm less than qualified to give out hip hop accolades, but from the co-signs you've collected, I'd say you're this generation's rap princess."
The audience went into an uproar of cheers at the statement, prompting a bashful Naomi to offer a tongue-in-cheek smile and nod. "Well, I mean.." She cut herself off to quietly clap with her index and thumbs, treading carefully with her response. "Thank you so much. The girls as a whole are killin' it like you said. I do call myself the biggest, but I feel like I have to disclaim I'm not in competition with anyone. People always try to pit us girls against each other โ I almost lost a close friend over some drama made up by some bored bitcโ bored people on the internet. It's played out. Besides, I'm gunning for queen anyway." She burst into a small fit of laughter and lazily tossed a honey blonde strand over her shoulder. "No, but it feels so good to have so many people I came up admiring give me so much praise. I really want to put on for my city, so feeling like I'm doing that is very rewarding."
JH: "When you say a close friend, is it the same close friend you brought on as a special guest on the first night of your tour?"
The faintest red tint painted her soft cheeks and she could only offer a bashful smile as she was reminded of the squabble between she and Chanel. A delicate hand comes up to caress away the subtle anxiety she felt about the entire situation. "Yeah, it is. I've said it before but I do what I can to not let the industry or social media get between me and what's important to me. And my friends are very important to me. There's way too many people already praying on my downfall, I don't need another enemy."
JH: "A word. Friendly competition is one thing, but it can quickly become something else entirely when outsiders are weighing in. Speaking of enemies, I heard that a police report was filed just a few weeks ago regarding some stolen belongings... if you're at liberty to speak on it, I know the case has since been closed, what happened?"
In the same instant that Jennifer mentioned the robbery her plump lips upturned into a saccharine smile as she remembered how the perpetrator was dealt with. Two nights in Miami, scalding hot water and a couple of bullets did wonders in retrieving what the police were trying to only give her half of. She coyly shook her head, kissing her teeth while she feigned indifference. "Just a couple petty thieves. We found them and... well, I got everything back. It was hell for the three shows following, but my beloved stylist was able to make things work and we sourced sound equipment at the venues. Now I see why my manager was requesting round-the-clock security. It was a huuuuge learning moment for me. But I'm confident that nothing like that will ever happen again."
JH: "I hope not! I'm glad you got your things back; it could've been much worse. On a more positive note, among the many achievements you've made this year is your first Grammy nomination for the lead single of your album, Big Mama. And it's so different from the sound the public probably expected from you. What was your biggest takeaway from the success of that song?"
"That nobody knows your vision like you. I started recording and playing around with the song over a year ago. I got negative feedback from the label. It went triple platinum wit' me and my friends once it was finished, though. So I released it. And the response was... mixed. I obviously loved it, and I was so excited to put it out and so many of my fanpages were raving over it. But of course you got the doubters, asking why I'm singing and saying I can't. Well, this rap-singer secured a Grammy nomination with that song, so all in all it taught me that you really have to trust in yourself wit' this rap stuff. Authenticity sells. I've began to grow into having my own brand and being recognized for it. So it's mostly just believing that I know what I'm talking about and I know what's best for my sound and my music."
JH: "That beautiful. It's hard to trust yourself even in private settings, so when it feels like the whole world is weighing in you almost get lost in the noise. I understand that struggle. But you said you've been coming into your own; building a personal brand and style that's distinct. We got to see a little bit of it on tour with those hot outfits! Will we be seeing more of that style? People were coming to your tour dates in outfits inspired by things you've worn โ rap star, singer, and fashionista. You're a triple threat!"
Her laughter rang out this time and Spice put her hand up in subtle protest, shaking her head. "Woahhhh! I wouldn't call myself no fashionista. Don't get me dragged, Jen. The real fashion girls don't play. I already got grilled for attending Paris Fashion Week โ who the hell can name 50 designers off the top of their head?" She put her hands up in a questioning manner before shaking her head with another soft musing of a smile. "I'm a rapper, just that. I wear clothes I think are cute โ definitely took inspiration from Southern aesthetics and the y2k era and made it my own. I have taken an interest in high fashion though, and I had the best time playing dress-up every night on tour."
JH: "My assistant was just showing me some of the looks earlier โ I can't wait to see more of them, and you! Before your performance I have to ask, what's your next plan?"
"That's easy," She started without even mulling over an answer. "After tour, I have a few international bookings coming up. And sooooomething super special coming out soon. I'll probably take the smallest break for the holidays." Even as she said it, the rapper didn't believe herself. She'd often mantra'd her father's favorite saying to herself when she felt she needed a break: "You can rest when you're dead." And even with the weight of what tour put her through heavy on her, she didn't want to risk losing the momentumโand the attention that came alongside it. She'd save that for her journal, though. "But then it's back to business as soon as the new year kicks off. This only my first album. I got so much more to show, so I'm sure you'll be seeing a lot of me in the coming months."
Date/Time of First Response: November 17, 2024, 5:24 AM
Reporting Party: Tour Manager on behalf of Naomi Hyatt
Location of Incident: Parking lot across from Kamp Houston nightclubโ6025 Westheimer Rd, Houston, TX 77057
Date/Time of Incident: Approx. 1:15 AM - 3:13 AM on November 17, 2024
Summary of events:
At approximately 3:13 AM, security personnel for reality TV star and rap artist Naomi Hyatt escorted her to her tour bus following a celebratory outing marking the midpoint of the aforementioned partyโs headlining tour. Upon approaching the vehicle, Naomi noticed the busโs luggage compartment had been accessed and multiple items were missing, including:
Tour Costumes: $35,000 worth of performance attireโmuch of it pulled from vintage archivesโfor Naomi and her opener Emerie
Sound Equipment: A sound bar, two amplifiers and multiple turntables valued at $94,000
VIP Merchandise: VIP patron lanyards, signed posters, exclusive apparel Estimated at $61,000
Personal Belongings: Items stolen include a collection of custom Hermes Kelly bags, a fully stocked vintage jewelry box, at least one suitcase from all performers and other personal effects (value to be confirmed)
The total estimated value of stolen items exceeds $250,000.
Security footage from the busโs overhead camera captured three male suspects dressed in ski masks and coverall black suits breaking into the bus and luggage compartment at 2:27 AM. There didnโt seem to be a struggle to access, and one suspect input what authorities infer to be a PIN code into the compartment doorโs digital lock. A black Sprinter van with painted plates pulled into frame and the three men hoisted two containers alongside many loose items and smaller boxes into the back, with one male screaming out in pain and being silenced by his peers, before fleeing the scene. When asked if the PIN was shared outside of the busโs inhabitants and necessary personnel, all parties denied sharing.
A fresh blood stain left on the side of the vehicle was sent to the crime labs to be examined and identified as belonging to DeMarcus Taylor, a known associate of Angelo โSugeโ Walker, Naomiโs ex-boyfriend. Taylor has a history of run-ins with the law, including two arrests for breaking and entering in connection to Walker just five years prior.
Between 4:03 and 4:15 AM, Hyatt received six phone calls from an untraceable number; before answering on the sixth attempt, she used Emerieโs cellphone to record the phone call. The caller was identified as Walker by the reporting party, on the record saying: โYou shouldโve expected me to come collect after everything you took from me.โ This and other remarks suggest possible retaliation as a motive for the theft.
Emerie, Naomiโs opener, made a statement on-site to press that had shown up when the tour bus was spotted overnight: โI worked so closely with my stylist on these looks, and to have them stolen feels like such a violation. Itโs not just the clothes; there were sentimental and valuable items in my luggage that I canโt replace.โ
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Notes and Observations:
Witnesses: No independent witnesses have been identified
Evidence collected: Security footage, a blood sample from the vehicle, and Naomiโs testimony regarding the phone calls.
Urgency: The stolen costumes and sound equipment are critical for the continuation of Naomiโs tour.
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Action Taken:
This report serves as the secondary documentation for the incident, as officers responded to the initial report in the early hours of November 17, 2024. Naomi initially advised against notifying law enforcement, preferring to address the matter internally. However, her team insisted on filing an insurance claim. Further investigation and law enforcement involved may be required to recover the stolen items and determine the full extent of Walker and Taylorโs involvement, as well as identify the rest of the suspects.
Prepared by: Julian Concord, Incident Coordinator
Authorized by: Briella Newman, Tour Manager for Naomi Hyatt
๐พ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐ณ๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐ด๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ Tour - NIGHT ONE
As the overhead lights in the Yuengling Center sunset, leaving but a single shining halo center stage, Naomi was petrified. The first show of her first headlining tour, and of course, the woman finds herself back in Florida. It's not the oxymoronic overindulgence of Ocean Drive's opulent storefronts and rampant beach bum population, but she'd spent enough time in the city of Tampa to feel just as at home. The crowd buzzed in the darkness, and she could hear the rumble of their anticipation seeping in like a slow-building thunderstorm. She swore she could feel their excitement tingling through the air, lacing its way through the adrenaline pumping in her veins, making her fingertips hum.
The opening choral sequence to Georgia Peach chimed and suddenly the cup lights at the edge of the stage blazed a fiery orange hue, smoke spraying out amongst the crowd as the beat came in and the rapper could be heard offstage. "Georgia Peach, put me somewhere on a gorgeous beach. But I'm right here in the hoodโbut I'm right here in the hood. Posted wit' niggas that's up to no good." And when she emerged from behind the curtain, fully dripped out in custom ๐ถโ๐๐๐ โ๐๐๐๐๐, the deafening cheers almost brought her to tears. She bopped her head along as the audience screamed the lyrics back at her, unable to conceal the smile painted on her softly glammed visage as she stared out into the sea of faces. The stage's screens flashed clips from the song's iconic music video, including outtakes and polaroids from the set.
"I'm with the boys in the hood right now, I'm feelin' likeโ" She put the crowd to the microphone, using a free hand to dare them to get louder. "Lookin' likeโ" Reaching a hand up to her breastbone at the mention of Jessica Rabbit, she seamlessly continued her flow, carrying her through the next two verses with a fervor she'd never put forth before. There was something to proveโsince becoming independent she needed to show the world, but mostly herself, that she could still make it. Watching her own fans singing along to the crowd was more than cathartic, it was the proof she'd been searching for.
As the track began to fade, with Naomi posing amidst her dancers as they formed around her, a large peach flashed across the screen reading "Sugar Honey Iced Tea Tour" and the starlet raised her hand gleefully to wave and blow kisses to the growing applause.
The memory of dirt roads and the sweet scent of peaches lingered in her mind as she paced the stage, like ghosts she'd invited in for a celebration. Naomi felt her younger self right there with her, holding her breath just as she had when she used to daydream about these very moments, and she could almost feel the red clay dust still clinging to her shoes. She rapped as if there was a whole choir of her past selves backing her upโeach one with more grit and fire than the last. By the time the track began to fade, she struck a pose amidst her dancers, who gathered around her like a living sculpture. A giant peach flashed across the screen, emblazoned with "Sugar Honey Iced Tea Tour," and Naomi raised her hand gleefully to wave and blow kisses to the applause.
"Waddup, Tampa, Florida!!! I feel right at home. Welcome to the Sugar Honey Iced Tea Tour! We gon' have some fun tonight, okay? I'm finna take y'all drivin' through Atlantaโthrough my life with me tonight, if that's okay," she drawled with a playful flick of her wrist, the Southern lilt adding a honeyed warmth to her words. The lights dimmed briefly, and the crowd's roar swelled again as they anticipated the next song. Naomi's heart raced, but it was no longer from nervesโit was from the exhilaration coursing through her, carrying her like a wave as she navigated through the next few songs in her setlist, There She Go & Blick Sum, with the same impassioned flow. It wasn't until the intro to No Hook that her stomach sank.
"I got money and my own family started actin' funny. I don't trust nobody, keep it on me. I swear they always told me that the top would be lonely. Two year relationship, that nigga really owe me." As the bassline pounded in sync with her heartbeat, Naomi prowled across the stage, her voice dropping to a grittier tone that made each word land heavy in the air. The song's raw energy matched the pulse of her memoriesโthe tough nights when sleep was a luxury and hunger a constant companion. The lyrics tore from her throat with a rasp as she delivered each bar like it was a testament to every setback sheโd ever endured as she reminisced on her past relationship with Suge. She felt every glance exchanged in the shadows of smoky clubs, every side-eye at the studio, every declaration that she would be shelved with all the other "burnout rap girls" all rolled into a singular momentum driving her forward now. "Dropped ten bands to beat a case that I ain't do; how the fuck they book me for some shit wit' no proof?" The crowd's chant grew louder with every line, matching her intensity beat for beat, like they could feel that fight bubbling up inside her as she entered the second verse.
She could see faces contorted in shared defiance, feel the urgency in the way bodies moved in the pit, and it was like she was laying every demon bare under the strobe lights. As the second verse hit, Naomi threw her hands up and let herself sink into the beat, her braids swinging like the wild arc of a pendulum. The crowd sang along with her, the sheer volume of their voices enough to make her skin prickle. It was as if the universe had folded in on itself, bringing her back to those times when "No Hook" was just a jumble of phrases on a scrap of paperโback before the triumphs, the tears, and the heartbreaks. She wasnโt just performing; she was purging, spilling her truths into every syllable until she could breathe a little easier. "Work hard and pray harder, bitch, that's all I know."
"How y'all feelin'? 'Cause you look damn good singing my shit back to me. You know, i been doubted my whole career; even now, I deal with people tellin' me what's not gonna sell and who I should be brown-nosing to get somewhere. But luckily, it ain't the muhfuckers that sign my checks anymore. What can I say, though? Guess that's the price to pay for bein' so young and so damn rich." The midsection of the setlist brought the energy to a fever pitch as Naomi tore through the gritty anthems Youngest N Richest and Settle Down, her voice dripping with a blend of swagger and defiance. The stage visuals shifted to bold graphics of neon lights and luxury cityscapes, echoing the themes of ambition and hustle in her lyrics. With Housekeeping Knows, the vibe turned playful, and Naomi's quick-witted bars had the crowd laughing along as she spun clever lines about wealth and indulgence. As Back Outside kicked in, firing off her verse as the pyrotechnics on the stage sounded off, spraying sparklers into the air. A subtle shift began to take place; the beat softened, and Naomi's delivery became more reflective. She paced slowly across the stage, her tone changing from boastful to something deeper as she addressed a life that wasnโt always this glamorous. It was the perfect transition, signaling that the set was moving from street anthems into a more intimate space with Liquor, Look What You Didโwhich she performed with her opener Emerieโ & Prized Possession.
When Muwop dropped, the crowd erupted as Naomi reminded them of the song that really put her on the map. The booming basslines and Gucci Maneโs recorded verse filled the arena, creating a palpable sense of nostalgia. Her mind wandered to those nights in the Miami studio, when the air was thick with heat and uncertainty. She remembered pouring everything into this track, not knowing that the rollout budget was quietly bleeding out behind the scenes. Back then, it was just her and the mic, rapping like her life depended on it because, in many ways, it did. The memory of that desperation fueled her performance, each word hitting harder as if to say she was reclaiming every dollar and every missed opportunity. As the song reached its climax, Naomi raised her mic high and let the audience scream the chorus back at her, their voices blending into a singular roar that reverberated through the arena.
The transition into Copper Cove felt like a sigh after the storm. The dreamy beat washed over the arena, and Naomi let her voice slip into a sultry croon, the rough edges smoothing out as she moved with a languid grace. She thought of warm nights spent with nothing but the sound of the ocean (and her then-lover) to keep her companyโhow that place always felt like the border between what was and what could be. As she sang, her words painted a picture of moonlit secrets and salt-laden breezes, a whispered longing for something just out of reach. Her hips swayed to the beat as if she were back on those sugar-soft sands, and for a moment, it felt like the whole arena had been transported to that hidden cove with her.
When the unmistakable beat of B*tch From Da Souf - Remix dropped, the crowd went wild, recognizing the debut single that had catapulted Naomi into the spotlight. She strutted across the stage with fierce confidence, spitting the opening lines with the same raw grit that had always been her signature. The lyrics spilled out like fire, every word delivered with the unapologetic attitude that defined her rise. The arena echoed with the chants of thousands of voices, hyped and hungry for the verse-by-verse aggression that had put Naomi on the map. As the stage lights flared in rhythmic bursts, she could feel the energy surging from the pit to the nosebleeds, buzzing with anticipation. Then, right as she hit the second verse, the music cut for a brief, breathless momentโand the air seemed to crackle with expectation.
Suddenly, Saweetie burst onto the stage, her voice slicing through the sudden silence as she jumped right into her verse. The crowd erupted into chaos, their screams blending into an uproar that echoed through the arena. It wasnโt just the surprise of seeing Saweetie perform live; it was the fact that no one had seen the two women together since rumors of their beef began circulating over a month ago. The falling out had been public and messy, especially since they'd once been so closeโpractically inseparable both on and off stage. Their friendship had seemed unbreakable, which made the whispers of tension all the more shocking. But now, here they were, side by side once more, spitting bars like they hadnโt skipped a beat. The crowd could barely contain themselves, phones shooting up in unison to capture the moment that had seemed impossible just hours ago.
Naomi's grin stretched wide as she hyped Saweetie up, bouncing in rhythm while the two played off each otherโs energy, rapping along her lines like no bad blood had ever existed. It felt like a releaseโnot just for the rappers, but for the fans caught up in the drama. As they hit the final bars, the tension in the room seemed to dissolve into pure euphoria, replaced by a tidal wave of applause that nearly drowned out the music. The two rappers finished the last line together, their voices rising in a triumphant harmony, before turning to face each other. Naomi gave Saweetie a playful shove, then pulled her into a tight hug, sealing the moment with a high-five that sent the crowd into yet another uproar. It wasnโt just a performance; it was a statementโa bold declaration that their bond was stronger than any rumor or riff, and the hit that had started it all was still as powerful as ever. "Everybody put yo' fucking hands together for the beautiful, talented, amazing Saweetie! My girl forever, with or without the industry bullshit. You deserve yo' flowers just as much as any bitch spittin'. Thank you for coming out tonight." She spoke praises of her close friend before they shared yet another hug, giving her an individual round of applause. "One more for my girl!" The crowd was eating up every second of the rekindling, reaching decibels of sound that would surely make her eardrums bleed if she didn't have her headset in.
As the show reached its final stretch, the energy soared higher with each passing beat. Brokey, the lead single off Naomiโs latest album, turned the arena into a raucous party. The newly released music video had already made waves, and the live performance brought the visuals to life with bursts of neon lights and sharp, synchronized dance moves that had the crowd roaring in approval. Naomi commanded the stage, rapping with a fire that seemed to burn brighter the longer the night went on, feeding off the crowd's unyielding energy. There was a defiance in her eyes as she spat each lyric, every line a reminder of the grind that took her from the Atlanta streets to a headlining tour. She reveled in the chaos, the bass rattling the floor beneath her feet like a pulse.
The momentum carried into Sunday Service, a track that transformed the space into something almost reverential. Naomi's verses hit like a preacher's sermon, and the crowd responded with fervor, hands raised as if seeking a blessing. It was a seamless transition into Chicken Grease, the bonus track that had become a sleeper hit. The fans loved it, and their enthusiasm was undeniable as they belted out the chorus alongside Naomi, who leaned into the mic with a sly grin. The song's playful beat bounced throughout the venue, and the atmosphere felt less like a concert and more like a block party. By the time she launched into Put It On Da Floor, the crowd was ready to explode. The track, born from a long-squashed beef with a Love & Hip Hop star, served as both a victory lap and a reminder that she didnโt shy away from confrontation. Naomi didn't just perform; she threw every jab with a swagger that showed she had long since left the drama in the dust, the past now nothing more than fuel for her art.
As the electric haze of Put It On Da Floor faded away, the stage lights dimmed, and the tone shifted as Naomi stepped to the edge of the stage. The crowd buzzed in anticipation as the slow, soulful intro of Big Mama began to play. The first half of the track showcased Naomi's versatility, her voice weaving smoothly over the rich melody, rapping about the complexities of balancing ambition with her roots. The beat gradually intensified, and with it, her delivery sharpened into something bold and unrelenting. By the time the second half kicked in, Naomi was back in full throttle, her verses hitting hard as the bass thumped through the speakers. She prowled the stage with a fierce determination, spitting rapid-fire lines that had the crowd on their feet, the atmosphere charged with a renewed sense of urgency. It was a declaration of strength and a reminder that she was never one to be underestimated, carrying the energy forward as the night drew toward its powerful conclusion.
The final song, S/O to Me, brought the night to a triumphant close. The beat swelled, and Naomiโs voice rose with it, her verses cutting through the air with pride and gratitude. This wasnโt just a shoutout to herself, but to everyone whoโd doubted her, every struggle sheโd overcome, and every win sheโd fought for. Her lyrics served as a victory anthem, reflecting on her growth and the lessons learned along the way. With every line, she poured her heart into the mic, and the fans felt it, chanting the chorus back at her with the same pride. As the final notes played out, Naomi stood at center stage, arms stretched wide as if to embrace the crowd one last time. The cheers swelled into a roar, and she took a deep breath, letting the magnitude of the night wash over her. It was more than a performance; it was a show of everything she had becomeโand a promise of everything yet to come. "I'on play about us, I do this for me and everything that I was, nigga. This shoutout for me,โ" she allowed the crowd to sing the final line back to her, nodding both to them and herself as gratitude washed over her.
"Thank y'all for coming out tonight! This has been the best first show I could'a ever imagined. Tampa, you'll always be famous. . . Goodnight!"
As the final notes of S/O to Me echoed through the arena, Naomi took a moment to soak in the applause, her chest heaving from the adrenaline and emotion of the night. She offered one last wave, then turned and disappeared behind the stage curtain. But the fans werenโt ready to let her go. Almost immediately, a chant began to rise from the crowd, low at first, then swelling louder and louder: "Spice! Spice! Spice!" It was Naomi's nickname, the one her fans had coined for her fiery spirit and bold style. The chants reverberated through the venue, growing more intense with each passing second, until they were an undeniable demand.
From backstage, Naomi could hear the roar calling her back, and a sly smile spread across her lips. She wasnโt about to leave them hanging. With a quick nod to her team, and an outfit change, she grabbed her mic and headed back out. The stage lights flickered to life once more as she emerged to a deafening cheer, the crowd's excitement vibrating through the air. "I guess yโall ainโt ready to go home yet, huh?" she teased, her voice amplified over the rumbling cheers. The beat for H&M began to roll out, a hauntingly familiar rhythm that resonated with every person in the room. As she dove into the lyrics, she locked eyes with the front row, delivering the first verse with palpable intensity. โI donโt fight for shit thatโs mine,โ she declared, her voice slicing through the energy of the crowd. โOnly whininโ if Iโm dininโ!โ
The audience roared back, fully in sync with her unfiltered confidence. As the beat thumped, Naomi leaned into her next verse, full blazes firing up from the pyros as she stomped out each bar. โLike, bitch, I let you keep your nigga, what else do you want from me?โ The crowd erupted, feeling the playful shade and the camaraderie between artist and fans as they all did her signature What the fuck? adlib. The air was electric as she rapped with a ferocity that left no room for doubtโthis was her moment, and she was owning it. By the final chorus, Naomiโs voice soared over the swelling beat, wrapping the crowd in one last powerful moment of connection. As the song drew to a close, she held the mic out towards the audience, letting their voices carry the final lines. Naomi gave one last triumphant wave, blowing kisses and thanking the crowd as she stepped back into the shadows. The lights faded, and the arena buzzed with the echo of cheers, leaving a lasting sense of triumph in the air. It was the perfect ending, a night that began with nerves and ended with an electric sense of unity, reminding everyoneโespecially Naomiโthat this journey was only just beginning.
แถแธ โ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐ just started a live video !
"what up, y'all? i ain't been on live in ๐๐จ๐ซ๐๐๐๐ฏ๐๐ซโi missed kickin' it on live for a minute. i really just hopped on this bitch to show off the ๐ ๐๐๐ ื โ ื โ ื i'm going to a throwback party toniiiiight. i still gotta pick up my girl's gift 'cause her birthday is coming up, and the traffic is horrible so we can chill a lil' bit. so i'm giving, middle school naomi. back when a bitch used to go by yomi. my nigga called me ๐ฆ๐ข๐๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฆโ" [ she catches her words into her manicured hand along with boisterous laughter that vibrates just over the music booming through the vehicle. ] "but that's a whole other story. but mmmmyeah, got the ๐๐๐๐๐ canvas on my head ื โ ื โ ื a natural beatโget intoooo it." [ her makeup was barely there, just a touch of mascara and a natural glow that emanated off her cheeks. candy gloss form tarte sticks to her full set as she parted her lips, her brows looking fresh and soft against the phone light. ]
"done by me, obviously. got a lil graphic tee made with my old facebook user on the back. ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, you feel me?" [ ๐๐๐๐๐ shifted in the passenger seat, arching her back just enough to bring the pink-trimmed pocket of her true religion jeans into view. the signature horseshoe stitch hugged her curves, the blush-colored accents catching the light with each subtle move. she adjusted her hips, one hand brushing back her hair while the other draped over the headrest, as if the pose had just fallen into place. ] "know i got the trues on. and fresh kicksssss."
true need to sponsor yoโi keep sayin' that! it's a staple in my wardrobe for real. they gotta get on the spice trainโ ื โ ื โ ื don't y'all see my album selling? don't y'all see i got six sold out shโ" [ she emits more boisterous laughter while covering her mouth, slightly shaking her head back and forth. ] "no, but really, true religion, if you watchin'โsponsor a bad bitch, okay. i promise i got motion." [ a sly smile curved on her lips as she gave one last little shift, making sure the stitching stood out before finally easing back into her seat. with a smooth roll of her shoulders, she settled in and allowed her smile to widen fully as she continued to read. ] "get it sexyy, get it sexyy, we outsiiiide girl! pullin' up in a minute,"
hazel irises widened as she stared directly into the camera, her expression a perfect blend of exaggerated shock and mock offense reading the next comment. "but do you get radio play tho?" with a slow shake of her head, she placed a hand over her chest in feigned disbelief, then tilted her head to the side like she was genuinely trying to comprehend the audacity. "hatin' hoes gone always act like they ain't heard me on the radio. ight. . .i'on make music for radio, i make music for real bitches. stamp that! and if it gets bumped on 96.1?? that's cool too, shoutout PK! โ ื โ ื โ ื y'all know i don't argueโfuck that, i don't even disagree wit' bitches on the net because it's pointless. but i ain't the bitch to be scurrying behind a viral sound or a retail jingle. when the music's good, it sell. and it keep selling, which is more than a lot of artists can say. but to answer your questionโ๐ฆ๐๐ , i get radio play." after she spoke her piece, ๐๐๐๐๐ let out a dramatic eye roll, her lashes sweeping down like a curtain call, then shot the camera a sideways glance dripping with attitude.
as she kept dancing in her seat, the beat of "up all night" by drake pulsed through the car, naomi rapping every lyric carelessly as she was getting herself in the mood of reminiscing. her middle finger shot up toward the camera and she stuck her tongue out, letting out a genuine laugh at the random hate comments sprinkled in. "gucci on my body-ody-odyyy, and this shit real as that receding hairline, baby!" [blowing a kiss to the camera while laughing] "why y'all bein' mean to me before i go to a party? the internet like a nigga that hate you but won't leave yo ass alone, man. that shit is crazyโ ื โ ื โ ื "
"oh my god, i am so excited for toooour. it's crazy by itself seein' people fuck with my musicโgetting to perform my songs? hearing everybody singin' back to me? it was one thing to get the money and the plan together to go on tour; i been talking to vendors and sponsors for nearly a yearื โ ื โ ื i seriously thank God for my team everyday. we small but mighty as hell! i'ma really make it special for y'all. it's my first headlining tour, so. what songs are y'all excited to hear?"
[ naomi's eyes flickered down to the flood of comments, each one scrolling by with a different song title from sugar honey iced tea. her lips curled into a thoughtful smile as she watched the anticipation build, each suggestion sparking a memory of the late-night studio sessions and the stories behind the lyrics. she tapped her chin lightly, letting the possibilities play out in her mindโthere were the fan favorites, the ones she knew would hit hard live, and then the deeper cuts that held a special place in her heart. as her gaze drifted back up, she felt a spark of excitement settle in; there were definitely a few tracks she couldnโt wait to see the world react to on a live stage. ]
"me personally? georgia peach never gone get old. that crowdโlast night's crooooooowd? that shit hit different. so that one gone prolly be my favorite at every stop. uhhhh, one y'all ain't seen me do yet? H&M, it's even better live for real. it ain't one of my least favorites on the album, but it bumped up a few spots after i soundchecked it and we ran through the stage and all'at. i had to change the set around so many times to really give y'all a show, but i'm finally happy with it." [ self-satisfied as she reclined into the seat, the rapstress waved off her many onlookers as she willed herself not to get emotional at how far she'd come. ]
[ bringing the camera back up close, she shot up a peace sign and flashed a few silly expressions reminiscent of the 2010 era before laughing at herself. ] "i hate giving good people bad news, but y'all got a bitch talm 'bout work. i'm outside! i'll post outfit pics later. this was fun, bye!" [ she blew a kiss to the camera, her lips forming a playful pout as her fingertips brushed away, sending that last bit of love through the screen. with a quick wink, she reached up to end the live, her smile lingering for a second longer as the screen faded out. ]
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I guess rap beef doesn't take any days offโeven your birthday, Spice quickly figured out at her 24th birthday celebration in Vegas last night.
Longtime friend turned recent rival ๐๐๐ฐ๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐ showed up to the scene uninvited, an insider told TMZ. "She came waaay late, but she was on theme, so nobody batted an eye. The birthday girl seemed out of it, but everybody was smashed so we were all kinda out of it." The attendee recounts.
The two shared a catty interaction that resulted in both parties doused in alcohol by the other's drink. Sources say ๐พ๐๐๐๐, who was noticeably intoxicated, accused Saweetie of using her for ratings on her new show, to which the older female MC dismissed, blaming their fallout on her recent behavior in the media and following comments. Allegedly, the situation would have escalated without the intervention of Spice's security. All in all, it seems they couldn't come to a resolve.
The Icy Life premieres on Hulu on Mondayโcomment below what you're expecting from the first episode. Or tell us what you think of this unfriendly feud.
[ a lightly tipsy ๐ง๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ข enters the set, still riding the high of her album release, a ๐ โ๐๐๐๐๐ no. 1 placement on Apple Music & Spotify's hip hop charts, and her successful release party. as the host's signal the start of recording, the tune of ๐๐ง๐ค๐ ๐๐ฎ infiltrates her ears and compels the artist to break into performance while taking her seat, continuing her dancing while she's being introduced. ]
tonight we got big mama in the building, everybody welcome ๐๐๐๐๐! we saw her on ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, she got our attention with Soufside and now she's on fire after releasing her first studio album ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ซ ๐๐จ๐ง๐๐ฒ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐โ'cause she is the ๐บอ๐ฏอ๐ฐอ๐ปอ. thank you so much for comin' out, we been waiting on this one!
"huh? huh? when a real one hold you down, bae you supposed to drownโayeeee, that went over a lotta nigga's heads, for real! definitely happy to be here, thank you for having me. i been busy as hell, doin' interview after interview since before the record even dropped. it's been a wild ride; a fun one, fasho. there's definitely been a few bumps in the road here and there, but yeah. since i dropped it, i been tryna focus on having a good time with my loved ones and just. . .goin' up! you know, this album is a culmination of my real life shit over the last two years. it's only right that now everybody has it, i can finally rest. Right after this interview a bitch packin' for jamaica. then i got invited to a couple of paris fashion week showsโjust got a lot of shit lined up now that the ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ก thing is done, which was putting out a piece of work I'm proud of."
and you should be proud of it. it definitely blew us out of the waterโprops to you for sure. bumps in the road are to be expected, though. you pushing boundaries for the genre in a way. female rap is evolving in a way we never thought it could, and you apart of that in a special way. and the cool thing is it seem like y'all are friends. you ever feel the heat of the competition from other rappers? you got a top five out right now that's really doing their thing?
"i mean. . .๐๐ .แฃ" [her laughter comes out instinctively at the question, shaking her head.] "nah. rap is a game and i'ma play it well; they my girls at the end of the day, but if anybody wanna lean up and compete i ain't never shy away from it. i only really smoke gas but i'll smoke a bitch out behind my respect. now of course i got my favorites. but i'on know, it's soo many rap girls killin' shit right now. so top 5 is hard. i'ma say monaleo, cardi. . .๐๐๐๐, i'm not tryna be stereotypical, but meg, glo and kaliii. just based off my playlist."
you and saweetie stay posted up together on socials, so i definitely thought she might be in your topโ
"woah, hold on hold on hold on hold on. let's get sum' rightโi loooove saweetie! that's my girl in real life, fasho. but from a music perspective, i wouldn't say my top 5. but she cold. next question."
confidence is definitely key. it's good to see you got that on lock! and that's a solid top five. it's cool to see women empowerment in an industry thriving off conflict.
"for me, confidence is a non-negotiable. i done seen how insecurity can fuck you up and have you diminishing yourself when you really got it. obviously, i'ma be humble because i know what it's like to be without and be hungry for the game, for a piece of the game. but i'm just at the point where my life is so lit that i don't give a fuck what nobody got to say about me, it's nothing i haven't heard before. i got the house i want, the cars i want. . . the nigga i want. like i don't give a fuck! you either with me or you don't exist."
okay, okay. you not throwin' shots right now, but online they been posting your lyrics and puttin' names on them bullets. are there other rappers you didn't name that you might have a couple shots reserved for?
"the internet gon' talk no matter what was said. i let 'em 'cus to me that mean i'm part of the conversation. shit, i am the conversation. i'm on your mind and money on mine. we ain't the same, type shit. i talk my shit in my rap because. . .that's real shit i go through. nobody went into the studio wit' a vein poppin' out they head thinking this really gon' get that one hoe mad. now, i can't say the same for my assumed 'opps'. at the end of the day if you felt hit, if that shit applied? then so be it. but a bitch ain't gon' touch me so i'ma keep popping my shit. that simple. bitches be too worried about the comments nowadays, wanna be an internet warrior. put that shit in a song, dead it."
when you say you're gonna keep poppin' shit, does that mean we can expect any new music? i mean i know the album is still hot on the streets, but on the lowโyou got some surprises? we saw your tweet about gettin' in the booth with jimmy brooks, that got the people talking.
"definitely full of surprises. i got way more songs that ain't make the projectโunfinished shit that only my dog has heard. been in talks of filming a couple music videos for the project. you know, it's a lot of cool shit coming. and as far as ๐๐. ๐๐๐๐๐๐,. . . y'all not the only ones that got excited off that. my manager phone been ringing off the hookโbeen getting called for features left and right! it's crazy how one association 'a do that. but you know, me and my girls also have some real cool shit comin' up. can't speak on it just yet, but it's gone be a movie for sure."
after quickly disrobing from the ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐-๐sque photoshoot they'd just finished and getting into more comfortable attire, ๐๐๐๐๐ takes the spacious beige cloud couch and adjusts her posture nervously. her debut interview as โ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, without the looming influence of ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐'๐ฌ inputโboth adrenaline and nerves rattle against her ribcage when she remembers every interview she declined to save face. since returning to the A', she's been striving to disprove the narrative that her stint in miami was in a vain attempt at love.
welcome, spice! glad you could make time to be here with us, i know you're busy promoting your upcoming album. congratulations on going independent as well! how has that changed your work ethic and perspective on the rap game? i'm sure things are different when a label's backing you.
โ ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐๐ .แ always happy to be here. and thank you! it's definitely a long time coming. โ [ squared french tips slowly comb through her long amber tresses, quietly sighing as she thought over her next response for a moment. her smile is more nervous than genuine, but the dancing diamonds in her mouth more than made up for it. ] โ yes, i'm newly independent. . . but shit ain't really ๐๐๐๐๐๐, you know? i was doing 19, ๐๐ hour days in miami where i'm at the club, then in the studio, then sourcing clothes, glam, hairstylists all on my ๐๐ค๐ for a photoshoot that would only see IG. . . definitely no stranger to building a brand from the ground up, but now i don't got a hater in my ear tellin' me everything i'm doing is wrong. ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, i been doing stuff so right, that i got a new, even hotter endorser. so it's all good. โ
good to know you're feeling good. the race to the debut album dropping is usually one of the most stressful periods for an artist, but you seem to be handling it well. kudos to you! so you didn't feel supported by your label? by rick ross or your ex-boyfriend and producer ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐. . . did you prolong your stay in miami to save your relationship?
โ first off, the plan was ๐๐๐๐๐๐ to come back to atlanta. i got offered a deal at 19. . . by miami ๐๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ก๐ฆ at that! i wouldn'ta forgave myself if i ain't go. but my heart stayed here, in ๐อ๐อ๐ อ๐ขอ๐อ อ๐อ๐ขอ๐ญอ๐ฒอ . i think the common misconception is i moved over 600 miles away for some ๐*๐๐. i went to miami on a mission, wasn't no time for breaks when i had just gotten the opportunity of a lifetime. bartending was the only thing payin' my bills, for real. the music was a passion project. โ [ there's a bit of consideration to give a less-than-authentic answer, but upon remembering the ๐๐๐ฆ๐จ ๐๐ฎ๐๐ ๐๐ญ wasted on jewelry, cars, and โ๐๐๐ she didn't really feel like hiding her animosity. ] โ and you know, ๐น๐๐๐ was real as hell through it all. he was the one who connected me with ๐๐ฎ๐๐๐ข and a bunch of other cool ass people that made my time in the city worthwhile. when shit hit the fan, though. . . yeah. you know, business. i stayed in miami to invest in my ๐๐๐๐๐๐. would'a been packed it back to atlanta had i known i was throwing money into a ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ค ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐. โ
and we're assuming this black hole to be...
โ it could be ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ain't that the beauty of it? and it was. . . a ๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ of things that i felt like were taking way more than they was giving. we're spending bank on features that don't break top 20 and ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ that i'm still countin' pennies off of. i was goin' to bed late, wakin' up way too early. shit was blending together and in the midst of all of that, i was being lied to about . . . ๐๐๐๐ก๐ก๐ฆ ๐๐ข๐โ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ . โ [ blinking faster she swallows the lump threatening to form in her throat. she doesn't want to be choked up about thisโdespite being long over her ex-boyfriend, looking back on the deception she felt more dumb than anything. a quiet huff of ice cold air is released before she continues. ] โ my manager. . . producer. . . ex-boyfriend or what-have-you, he ain't see the vision. i'm still not quite sure ๐๐๐๐ he saw. a naive girl who wanted this shit more than anything. i was hungry, and he knew that. but that's why this album is so important to me. i done been through a buncha bullshit to get where i am, and i'm comin' out on the other side. it's sum to celebrate. โ
so i'm guessing no tears were shed on the flight back to atlanta. it's great to see you stepping into this new era. what can we expect from the album, ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ซ ๐ก๐จ๐ง๐๐ฒ ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐๐, right?
โ yeah, yeah. sugar honey iced tea is obviously an homage to atlanta and honestly the south as a whole. actually, let me start over and say i definitely sobbed on the way to the airport. let me be clear, miami brought me on ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ where i gave the world a lil taste of ๐๐๐๐๐. gave me the tools i needed to show off the whole rack and flex my skills, 'cus i wasn't nearly as confident when i went out there. i loved the city, it'll always have a spot in my heart, but i'm a ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, tried and true. that's home. plus, it was a couple bitches i needed to link up with to make sure the album is everything and more. the features on it are ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. but what can you expect? real, raw emotion. i'm layin' all that shit to rest, from the beefs i had wit' bitches that wasn't making it out the club to heartbreak to falling in love ๐ค๐๐กโ ๐๐ฆ๐ ๐๐๐ and my ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ all over again. i can't wait for y'all to hear it. โ
