Jalen Brunson is my doctor (sorry pops).
He’s my engineer (sorry Vannah).
He’s my mechanic (sorry to absolutely fucking nobody).
He’s my pilot (sorry Chuck).
He’s my dad (sorry again pops nothing personal.)
Everything I did
was for Jalen Brunson.
RIP Pop Smoke 🪽🪽🪽👼👼👼
room temperature miller hight lives with the mother fuckin boiz in a private theater parts of chelsea you still ain’t never heardt of screamin fuck san antonio at the top of my lungs gonna yam lagavulin til the axels fall off the wheels jalen brunson can’t be kilt
IVE SEEN WORSE
pounding a loko usa four chuggin on the yartridge tastin like a nft limewire torrent screamin fuck cleveland at the top of my lungs til the whole assmosphere turnt to strict hydrogen lobules
RIP POP SMOKE
🔌🔌🔌🔌🔌🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️
ALL PRAISE JALEN BRUNSON
top 3 male physical achievements:
1. mounting a bareback horse that’s running full gallop directly at you by grabbing its mane and swinging yourself up
2. winning a quick draw pistol duel
3. drifting a GT3RS around a 90 degree corner and winking at shorty as she gasps