Leo tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, perfectly in sync with the triple-time hi-hats. "OhGeesy vibes," he whispered, a smirk playing on his lips. "Smooth but dangerous. Just like the night."
Leo sat in the driver’s seat, the neon glow of a liquor store sign washing over his face in rhythmic flashes of blue and red. He wasn’t a rapper, but he moved with the cadence of one. In his lap sat a burner phone that hadn't stopped buzzing since the beat dropped on YouTube three hours ago. free_ohgeesy_x_free_detroit_type_beat_2022_prod...
Leo shifted the car into drive. The engine purred, masking the aggressive snap of the snare drums through the speakers. He didn't need words to tell the story of the next hour; the rhythm of the city and the pulse of the track had already written the script. Leo tapped his fingers on the steering wheel,
"Free the real," Leo said, flooring the gas as the beat looped back to the hook. "And let’s go get paid." Just like the night