I can see why nikkas get caught up in the game man, its addictive. Nothing like knowing how to create that freedom of knowing that you're a real man that can stand on his own 2. U can create your own job and survive without the help of white daddy. The feeling of freedom is too fly, u get to implement your own unique ideas and build your own empire
nikkas dont want this freedom, all nikkas want is some used p*ssy, the attention of these goofy bytches. its about 2 b 2017 and if you love a bytch more than your dream, then drink bleach fakkit, the whole fukking bootle. Im married to my fukking craft, if u think im lying the level of skill will prove me right. Black men dont wanna be men, we like being boys.
The black man dont want to know the feeling of setting up deals, building, creating content, marketing, networking with other like minded black people. All nikkas wanna do is bullshyt. All nikkas wanna do is take their fat ass to mcdonalds and order a #4 and go to work and screamed at all day by a white guy that look like jeff van gundy, see me...Im not going out like that, I said thanks white man but no thanks, im not going to be your nikka for 50 years for 11 dollars an hour
No thats too good for the avg black man, see nikkas like getting a foot put up their ass everyday. I was at the mall (the same mall that fired me) yup walk through my old job, swag on 200,000 my nikka. I was too fly. Red flannel, fresh black construction timbs, beige levis, wooden medallion with my company logo. I was walking thought that mothafukka like I owned the place.
I had to go to lids to cop a fresh skully, I copped this fly ass north face black skully, which made my outfit complete. Man these loser ass people was looking at me like I was a god, I dont even acknowledge peoples presence anymore. I walk with my head high, chewing my gum with arrogance. Cacs be looking like "who is this uppity negro think he is"? nikkas be looking like "wi hez gots hiz head high? we'z in Buffalo, dont wite folk aint gonna lik dat" in a old slave tone. See these mothafukkas aint used to seeing a proud black man, fly, well spoken, talented and totally uncompromising. Im an Anomalie here at this point. Totally out of place.
My confidence was earned through hardwork, discipline, determination and perseverance. Im war ready, Ive been totally blackballed and destroyed, only too rise like the phoenix from the ashes. Thats how I know im the real deal, alotta nikkas say they're real, but they're not, U have to earn realness and its earned thought adversity. And the scary part is im just getting started.
The problem is, nikkas are cowards and they're afraid of failure. They're afraid of ending up like how I did. "But but but DrX man were scared. we dont want to be blackballed and forced to work min wage for retarded white managers, disenfranchised out of the economic system and have to spend over 10,000 in solitude perfecting our craft, we rather work a dead end job and be emasculated all day"
that's fine, but I see u at target, 6'4 with a santa hat on... bagging some old cac tape dispenser and pretending to enjoy some pointless conversation about the history of tape dispensers with with this retard, because your slave ass have too, dont screw face me when u see me coming in there, draped in gold nikka, cute chick and non- nonchalant attitude like money isnt a thing, just remember u had a choice and u made it nikka, just like I had a choice and decided to take the man route, no handouts nikka
nikkas dont want this freedom, all nikkas want is some used p*ssy, the attention of these goofy bytches. its about 2 b 2017 and if you love a bytch more than your dream, then drink bleach fakkit, the whole fukking bootle. Im married to my fukking craft, if u think im lying the level of skill will prove me right. Black men dont wanna be men, we like being boys.
The black man dont want to know the feeling of setting up deals, building, creating content, marketing, networking with other like minded black people. All nikkas wanna do is bullshyt. All nikkas wanna do is take their fat ass to mcdonalds and order a #4 and go to work and screamed at all day by a white guy that look like jeff van gundy, see me...Im not going out like that, I said thanks white man but no thanks, im not going to be your nikka for 50 years for 11 dollars an hour
No thats too good for the avg black man, see nikkas like getting a foot put up their ass everyday. I was at the mall (the same mall that fired me) yup walk through my old job, swag on 200,000 my nikka. I was too fly. Red flannel, fresh black construction timbs, beige levis, wooden medallion with my company logo. I was walking thought that mothafukka like I owned the place.
I had to go to lids to cop a fresh skully, I copped this fly ass north face black skully, which made my outfit complete. Man these loser ass people was looking at me like I was a god, I dont even acknowledge peoples presence anymore. I walk with my head high, chewing my gum with arrogance. Cacs be looking like "who is this uppity negro think he is"? nikkas be looking like "wi hez gots hiz head high? we'z in Buffalo, dont wite folk aint gonna lik dat" in a old slave tone. See these mothafukkas aint used to seeing a proud black man, fly, well spoken, talented and totally uncompromising. Im an Anomalie here at this point. Totally out of place.
My confidence was earned through hardwork, discipline, determination and perseverance. Im war ready, Ive been totally blackballed and destroyed, only too rise like the phoenix from the ashes. Thats how I know im the real deal, alotta nikkas say they're real, but they're not, U have to earn realness and its earned thought adversity. And the scary part is im just getting started.
The problem is, nikkas are cowards and they're afraid of failure. They're afraid of ending up like how I did. "But but but DrX man were scared. we dont want to be blackballed and forced to work min wage for retarded white managers, disenfranchised out of the economic system and have to spend over 10,000 in solitude perfecting our craft, we rather work a dead end job and be emasculated all day"
that's fine, but I see u at target, 6'4 with a santa hat on... bagging some old cac tape dispenser and pretending to enjoy some pointless conversation about the history of tape dispensers with with this retard, because your slave ass have too, dont screw face me when u see me coming in there, draped in gold nikka, cute chick and non- nonchalant attitude like money isnt a thing, just remember u had a choice and u made it nikka, just like I had a choice and decided to take the man route, no handouts nikka
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