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X calmly eyes his mirrors and window. I feel X’s younger brother, CJ, tense up in the back seat behind me. The cars drive ahead, one veering off to an exit beside us.
“We’re good, it’s all right,” X says assuredly to the rest of the car—and maybe himself—before turning to me in the passenger seat. “You got to be prepared for anything.”
The idea that achieving fame and fortune can be an albatross just as much it can absolve you is a well-worn theme in rap music—but you’ve…
