REALITY (ON HOLD)
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Last published Sun, Nov 23, 2014
LIFE. What's that shit about ? I know you've been told them cliché
ass stories. Falling in love with a thug , they have kids. And all that other bullshit. Do you believe that ?
Fuck all that Im about MONEY. I stand alone. Make MY MONEY on my own. Its been that way from the start , its going to stay that way.
Dont even let me get started on the niggas. Nigga you aint going to fuck and duck this , its the other way around. I only slept with 2 niggas in my life. It stays that way. Fuck a nigga. Fuck a female too. Am I too blunt. My bad but I dont sugar coat anything. Im raw and un cut. LIFE isnt how people expect it to be. Life is unexpected. Not predictable. Life isn't visible. You have take what you get and role with it. Its called REALITY.
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