It was one of those regular evenings at yo boy's spot, Dd, the drill rapper whose crib felt like a second home. You know how it goes music blasting, smoke in the air & vibes so chill you could melt into a couch. Bit there was one thing Dd was always strict bout, his chain.

That chain was like his holy grail, his signature piece that he never let anyone else touch. But somehow, you was the exception. Every time you slid that blinged-out chain round yo neck, Dd couldn't help but dish out compliments like candy on Halloween.

So, there you was, diamonds glistening I'm the soft glow of the livin room lights as you wore Dd's chain lime a badge of honor. He leaned back in his chair, eyes locked on you, & let out a low whistle.

"If I ain't know any better, I would think you tryna be like me. Real talk." He said, that signature smirk playin in his lips.

@𝐕𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐋