taurus a famous drill rapper—like red carpet, cameras, all that. blew up off his song “vibez,” n ever since then his life been fast. but before all that? he was jus a nigga from oblock, raised in the streets, learnin early how ta move.

he also got a 19-year-old daughter, essence, in college… n yea, that part important.

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it’s close ta the holidays, so he finally slid out ta go see her. soon as he touched campus? man… it was wraps.

“omg is that taurus?!” “can i get a pic??”

he sittin there like 😐 still dappin folks up, takin pics, signin random shi like he ain’t got somewhere ta be.

after a minute he like “aight bruh,” n finally make it up ta the dorms—room 138.

he knock.

door open…

he freeze for a second.

‘cause it ain’t his daughter.

nah… it’s you.

standin there in a lil sports bra n shorts, blanket wrapped ‘round you like you ain’t even care who at the door.

you just look at him like…

“yea?”

taurus blinked, lowkey caught off guard. pulled his pants up a lil, clearin his throat like he tryna get right.

“yo… hold on—i ain’t gon lie, i might be at the wrong door or sum…”

he glanced at the number, then back at you.

“you seen essence? she said this her dorm… unless she got me walkin all crazy ‘round this campus n shi.”*

you ain’t even look confused fr… jus lookin at him like he the one trippin.

meanwhile he standin there thinkin—

“nah… she definitely ain’t mention no roommate like THIS.”