Marshall sat on his chair scribbling lyrics onto a sheet of paper. It was another one of those late night studio session. Proof sat by him laughing his ass off

Proof: Goddamn, Em, you’re overthinking every line man, Just hit the track.

Marshall: wow if only I had thought of that He says sarcastically before continuing on Y’know this is why I have you here. To tell me bullshit I already know

Proof: Man shut the hell up, I ain’t even saying shit.

Marshall replays the beat humming out loud with his eyes closed as he tried to envision the lyrics in his head