But anyway, I went to school, took my test, knocked it out, blah blah. But yo, my bruh Jaren asked to borrow a dollar to print something out or w/e. Well, I only have 3 because I don't get paid until Friday and I'm not going to use my debit or credit card. So basically, this $3 has to last me until Friday. So I tell him that and he says, "aiight, that's cool. i can pay you back after class." Well, I gave it to him, because that's me.
Well, I'm going to tell you why black ppl get on my last, never-ending nerve. This nigga.....THIS nigga...ran out of his last class, I swear and left school and didn't even tell me. I had to text him asking where he was and said "on the bus." =|
wtf. w/e. so i have no mohnees. give me teh mohnee! ugh.
Then...the same chick from the blog before...that was hittin' on me at the library just popped up like, EVERYWHERE. like, wth lol. then she tried to diss my outfit. uhmm........no. i'm wearing camo shorts, all black jays and a black and white mizzou tee. uhm. what's wrong with that. "camo doesn't matchhhh...where's your green at?" chick, if you don't hush.
hey, i think one of these days i'm going to make a video of me cranking all different types of dances. tan-ugh was all like, "ididn't know you could dance.."
8-|
Yeen know....
Lol. And what's up with sidekick service being all weird today? Anyway...some random ass thoughts.:
- black nails are sexy on girls
- ineed a new pair of dunks
- isecretly want to invent my own "crank dat" dance
- porn has been...ehh...
- katherinnnna loves me some of the time...=\
- why can't i say it? aargh.
- friday cannot get here fast enough
- ineed to write like, one KILLER song
Let the bass make your spine jerk, drums make your ears hurt,Hear me deliverin' this phat ass verse, been puttin' in work,
Eventually I'll master the craft and sit back, grab the phone and tell the boss to kiss my ass,
You won't see me in the mornin', 8 o'clock on the button,
I'll be on the lake fishin', blazin' fire with my cousin,
(THAT'S IT) As I become one with the fish,
Collect my thoughts for a bit until I'm ready to spit,
Pick up my celly and shit, then proceed to hit up my kids
and connect 'em voice dialed through sprint, I tell 'em meet me at the spot with some hot ish,
They say 'Jimmy you got lyrics?', SON I GOT THIS!!
Continuously the past two days kid I been writin',
Had to polish my game to make the stage show excitin',
It's frightenin', while y'all hang loose we keep it tightened,
Y'all talk like thunder, we show and prove like lightnin' ,
Aight then, why you always hatin' on me?
I'm doin' my thing on stage, I make the crowds move for free,
I ain't getting' paid nothin', so why you frontin'?
With all that hard talkin' you're about to start something
You don't really wanna get into,
I'll disassemble your nose, and possibly puncture a lung too,
With a one then a two combination you're through,
Blows from my Timberland boots leave you bruised like bad fruit,
(SO WHAT IT LOOK LIKE) I might be white, but I still possess the skills
To rip mic's, when I'm sober, when I'm schwilled I keep it real,
With my vocabulary spills I'm ill, like L, with lyrical skill,
Like Hyundai cause I Accel,
Whack competitors get whaced if their style's an act,
It's been a long time but I'm back on the GCH track,
I speak on fact while most of y'all cat's be preachin' fiction,
The way you rhyme and live in life's a contradiction,
You need to listen closely to the words I speak,
Also get accustomed used to the word defeat,
Bless beats like a Roman priest from dusk 'til dawn,
My written flow be holy water, I spray shit 'til your gone...
THAT SHIT IS SOOOO HARD!! Travis is that dude. Yesssir.
1 comment:
pfft.
I told you so.
>;(
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