… I have a hater.
Niggas is white, B. Straight crabs.
Well, I honestly just said, “fuck it,” and was going to take the high road– I mean, why bother writing and recording a song about a commenter? Especially one who spent so much of his time studying my life? Apparently, owning a home, raising a family, and having a Master’s is somehow frowned upon and comedic material in rap now?
I mean, how does that compare to someone living in the middle of Soundview with his father and only a GED to his name, right?
You know? How is success somehow a joke when letting a white woman call you (or anyone else) a “nigger” and bitching up about is somehow praised?
Like, this is winning? Telling your pops you know you’ll be a failure?
This is life, niggas?
So whatever, he finally dropped this in a bathroom stall, or a closet, or something during his lunch break at McDonalds.
40,000? Nigga please. I was making 40+ when I left Morehouse nigga.
Mini Daddy was right, Supersize my fries bitch.
WAR coming when I wake back up– Ashmi, die slow fat boy.