When I was little I used to be scared of paranormal shit until harsh realities of life started kickin in. Like aint nobody worried but dat old ass ghost nigga. He not even really sittin in the damn rocking chair he jus keep pushin it wit his hands tryna get me to look over there
How do you get past the notion that a therapist only talkin to you because she gettin paid to do it? I dont know after the time run out shawty gotta show me her bootyhole or sumn so I know she really care
Everybody think they da god of the streets. You jus another crash dummy nigga. RIP Nip. When YOU niggas die, CNN aint gon talk about your funeral. Your funeral aint gon be in a studium or arena. They aint gon change no name of no street or avenue to your name
RIP to my brother who I lost to Covid back in October. I have no idea what happens when we leave this world and venture into the afterlife but for some strange reason I jus feel like at some point Malcolm X was finna fuck Martin Luther King up and Bernie Mac had to break it up
at this point politics aint nothing but smoke and mirrors and entertainment. for all we know donald trump overturn the election then in 3 months its donald trump and randy orton vs joe biden and john cena in a tag team match at wrestlemania to see who the undisputed president is