shyt's real
The
tension is real.
Especially when the weather is warm and I have the guns out and lotioned up
Triceps jumping each time my arms swing as I'm walking
Walk into a store, the trap, a mall, night club, wherever.. and I'm either getting this face from all the insecure butt-hurt lames that are there
Or I'm getting this from the ladies
shyt has me
more often than not dealing with the unnecessary hate from insecure little boys and their little subliminal attempts to throw shade, hate, etc..
Always having a little comment pertaining to your muscles on some homo shyt
And they find
any reason to bring it up, too.
Any topic of conversation, no matter what it is; your muscles
will get referenced over n over disguised in a poorly veiled nausea inducing weak attempt of a 'joke'.
It could be 5 people sitting there including me, yet, it's, "let the muscle man go holla at them hoes over there shyt aint womenz s'pose to like dat kinda shyt bruh?, go 'head muscle man go holla".. etc etc.. "watup big man" *gives dap to lame.. "damn don't hurt my hand big man I know you swole n all" is his response.
And don't forget my favorite scenario..
It's hot as hell, everybody has their shirts off, I take mine off, all of a sudden some insecure under/over developed lame says something to the effect of, "dis nikka think he big.." or "..nikka you aint cut"..
the fukk? Clearly
you're the one who thinks I'm big? You weak insecure half a faq ass c*nt. Funny they don't question any of the four other nikkas sitting there with their shirts off.