I Advise Everyone To Be In Atlanta Next Saturday- October 24th.
This Finna Be The Braziest Pop-Up Of The Year.
Damn Near Better Than Complexcon.
I Can’t Believe I’m Pulling This Off.
Even If You Don’t Like Nor Fuck With Meh, You Not Gon Wanna Miss This Shit.
Lmaooooo Rocky Ain't Birth No Nigga, I Hate How Much Power and False Sense Of Credit We Gave This Nigga.
Carti Sound Is Cartis Sound.
Rocky Sucks At Rapping, He's Simply (Or Was) A Tastemaker, Horrible Clothes Maker, Beautiful Clothes Wearer, Nun More Than A Glorified Model With A Very Charismatic Personality With Immaculate Manipulation Tactics. I Don't Even Say I "Birthed" Carti and I'm The One Who Literally Begged Him To Sign Lil Bruh.
And Only Reason A Nigga Is Still Signed To AWGE Is Because You Tricked Us Into Locking A Nigga Into A 360 Deal That Niggas Been Trynna Get Out Of Due To Lack Of Information and Pure Trust So He Gotta Keep Saying A Nigga Is Still Signed Knowing No One Wants To Sign Over There or Remain
Signed.
If AWGE Was So Amazing Why Is That Your Sole Bread Winner and Not A Soul Else Is Doing Numbers or Making Noise? I'm A Mere Designer On Paper and Make More Money Than Every Nigga Over There Combined. The More Rocky Try To Erase My History and Has His Team Run Smear Campaigns On Meh The More Truth Imma Tell. Point Is 2026 and Growing Up Is Realizing Rocky Sucks and AWGE Is A Money Laundering Scheme Designed For ShadeRoom Teens.
I promise I’ll keep fighting for you until I become you.
And when you read this five years from now, I hope you smile.
Because you already knew.
You were always going to make it.
With love,
The version of you who refused to quit.
More art to make.
More stories to tell.
More people to inspire.
More versions of yourself waiting to be discovered.
So, Jordan—
thank you for not giving up on me.
I hope you have peace now.
Real peace.
The kind that doesn’t come from money, fame, attention, or success.
The kind where you can finally breathe and say:
“I don’t have to prove anything anymore. I made it through.”
Don’t only celebrate the destination.
Celebrate the man who had to become you.
And please don’t forget the people who loved you before the world knew your name.
That’s who you are.
So wherever you are five years from now—whether you’re standing on a red carpet, walking a runway, on a film set, performing onstage, building companies, creating a family, or sitting somewhere completely unexpected—
be grateful.
And if you ever forget that, come back to this letter.
You survived things you thought would destroy you.
You kept creating when you were discouraged.
You kept dreaming when the evidence around you told you to quit.
You kept showing up.
It isn’t determined by a casting decision.
It isn’t determined by a contract.
It isn’t determined by who believes in me.
I am valuable before anybody claps.
I hope you learned to love yourself without needing an audience to validate you.
Because right now, I’m learning that.
I’m learning that my worth isn’t determined by followers.
I hope you didn’t lose your heart trying to win.
I hope you didn’t become cold because people hurt you.
I hope you learned that not everybody deserves access to you, and that protecting your peace isn’t the same thing as being alone.