Niggas die and they potna get an iced out chain in his honor and won’t give his kid a dollar on their tuition. Meanwhile plotting on how to fuck the vulnerable baby momma. Cold
There is a socially awkward nigga somewhere in a club holding up a bottle instead of approaching a woman like “hi my name is Robert can I buy you a drink?”
Ya’ll niggas make the same song over and over. Saying the same shit over and over! Tell a story! Break a heart. Get your heart broke. It’s more to life than outfits, jewelry and cars. Are you a parent? A son or daughter? A brother or sister? Godamn! Weak ass music!
Shaking your ass in front of strangers doesn’t make you the best candidate to be a wife.
Requesting expensive material shit from a man doesn’t define love or love language.
Our grandmothers values are almost gone. 😢