April 25th, 2012 at 12:48 pm
there is no misconception to break..
we are mostly poor tippers, because most conscious black people aint trying to tip the same genetically predisposed motherfuckers
Speak for yourself homey…. you might as well NEVER dine out, or open up your own diner. But UNTIL THEN, I hope you accept the FACT that most of your meals contain bodily fluids from a disgruntled waitress/server who knows your “type”.
Wiz needs to get a Juicy J album out. Nobody in their right mind is checking for Chevy Woods generic ass.And Neako is fucking Pill status
This is similar to the shyt I mentioned a few days ago. CHEVY WOODS IS BLEEK STATUS.
And in NO way shape or form does that mean dude is garbage (at times he comes thru with better bars than Khalifa) but it basically means that he’ll forever be overshadowed and play the underboss. He’ll never fully shine, and Wiz/Rostrum/Atlantic wont know how to market him AT ALL.
Even though i aint rocking to NONE of Mac Miller’s shyt AT ALL, I can honestly respect the fact that he wanted to build his own buzz independent of Wiz Khalifa even though they’re on the same Rostrum label and can get features easily. That aint the real way to maximize your potential, even Wiz knew that when he declined to tour with Drake.
I can do it all and it ain’t no problem
Ain’t nobody harder than a nigga Folarin
Bitch I go hard, I’m ballin’ I’m globe trotting
And my flow art my nigga, I’m Mozart with it
It’s all good, I do this
I turn a straight prude bitch into a nudist
Foolish I be on that new shit
And I’m blowing up like bitches we went to school with
Ain’t nobody checking for your garbage
Lot of intuition I ain’t even finish college
Never hit the mall and forever get it all
Any broad better layer like I’m dressing for the fall, nigga
And I’m all that, hit the passenger door
Shawty was Pinkberry sweet and I ain’t lactose
I ain’t tryna brag tho, I’m just know I’m that dope
Kick game Bo Jacks, my Bo Jacks Tai Bo
Haha, and it ain’t no problem, you race to these broads
I relay ‘em, baton ‘em
Bitches in here, one thou
But when you step out why the bitches run out
Double MG shit I put the set down
Rick James back, bad bitches on the couch
Ahh, wordplay, Olubowale my first name
I think I’m Koko B. Ware, you just a bird babe
I got a pair of J’s, I roll a pair of J’s
We up in Diamond supply, spending that carrot cake
Let it marinate, you forever late
A million home sellers couldn’t find a real estate