Tenchi Ryu
Ashtray B!tch
Lemme go get some water, bout to have a fukking stroke over herethis shyt is so childish
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Tenchi Ryu
Ashtray B!tch
Where do you guys live? I swear you nikkas be on till 4:00am lol
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Ain't nobody tryin to get indicted.
Everything I made today was applauded. Cooking brings me so much happiness because it's the only space in which people sincerely accept me. I get compliments on how I put on my gloves and toss greens.
That ain't even cooking!
I've been in the kitchen a lot recently. Today I worked FOH and anything I served or made drew a crowd. I forgot I'm really good at this shyt. I enjoy watching people take the first bite and watching their eyes sparkle, especially when they're hating on my process.
It was just simple shyt I put a cook's touch on. I also made 50 bucks in tips. I don't work at a place where anyone has to tip. People like my food so much they tip me. And we ain't cheap.
I can't help laughing when girls tell me they're going to cook for me. Lol naw, ladies, I'll cook for you, and you just look good.
My girls got two jobs, look good and keep me calm.
I'll bring home the bacon and cook it.
People tell me my parents should be proud of me. My mom shyts on my entire life. I'd love to share my accomplishments with her but I learned when I was a kid nothing I do is good enough for her. I bought her a car and a garage door. She thinks I'm not shyt. I'm the youngest of her kids and the only one who doesn't live at home or off my mom.
I've been holding myself down since I was 17. I started selling weed and look at me now! I haven't done anything illegal to make money in ten years. I'm very proud of that. All my homies coming up were hustlers.
I'm not a gangster but I was raised by hustlers. My first job ever was in a grow op. I was in 7th grade. It escalated from there. I'd sell at school for my older homies.
Now that I'm 27 I see I was being exploited. I could handle weight with little risk because I was a square ass kid in a ghetto ass environment. I was also a minor. Nobody suspected me as the plug. shyt was genius.
Anyway, all my homies are still hustling, got kids, or we don't talk. What I learned from them is easy money is fast money. And it makes you not value money. The amount I spent on bytches, my car, clothes, drugs, and the homies was wild.
I spent almost a grand on 4 shirts. Thousands of dollars on jeans I'd destroy playing soccer in. I've seen more drugs in real life than most people see in movies.
I remember having so much cash and drugs on me I'd hide it and forget where I put it. I wouldn't be tripping because we had so much.
Then I started doing drugs and shyt got crazy. But that is another chapter of my life I like to call my Yeezus phase. Kanye had nothing on me. I probably thought I was Yeezy. I was beautiful, rich for my age, and I had a bad bytch, I had two technically, and a shiny ass Benz. I'd pay for my girl's nights out with her friends. I'd give them an allowance to get manny petty combos and give them some money to buy clothes or whatever.
I used to tell people I spent their rent on keeping my car clean and I wasn't kidding. I don't like to be flashy on IG because the feds are watching, but I have pictures of me with large bank rolls. I had a 24kgold money clip that couldn't hold my knots. I had to get a man bag to carry cash because my pants were too tight to carry all the money I had. I kept 300 in cash on me and I had money stashed in my car and in different places.
I worked 8 hours officially at this dead end job so I could tell people I got this money from work.
I should write a book, for real. It'd be fascinating.
I know nobody would believe me so I don't talk about it that much, but I've lived a lot of lives man. Real shyt.
That ain't even cooking!
I've been in the kitchen a lot recently. Today I worked FOH and anything I served or made drew a crowd. I forgot I'm really good at this shyt. I enjoy watching people take the first bite and watching their eyes sparkle, especially when they're hating on my process.
It was just simple shyt I put a cook's touch on. I also made 50 bucks in tips. I don't work at a place where anyone has to tip. People like my food so much they tip me. And we ain't cheap.
I can't help laughing when girls tell me they're going to cook for me. Lol naw, ladies, I'll cook for you, and you just look good.
My girls got two jobs, look good and keep me calm.
I'll bring home the bacon and cook it.
People tell me my parents should be proud of me. My mom shyts on my entire life. I'd love to share my accomplishments with her but I learned when I was a kid nothing I do is good enough for her. I bought her a car and a garage door. She thinks I'm not shyt. I'm the youngest of her kids and the only one who doesn't live at home or off my mom.
I've been holding myself down since I was 17. I started selling weed and look at me now! I haven't done anything illegal to make money in ten years. I'm very proud of that. All my homies coming up were hustlers.
I'm not a gangster but I was raised by hustlers. My first job ever was in a grow op. I was in 7th grade. It escalated from there. I'd sell at school for my older homies.
Now that I'm 27 I see I was being exploited. I could handle weight with little risk because I was a square ass kid in a ghetto ass environment. I was also a minor. Nobody suspected me as the plug. shyt was genius.
Anyway, all my homies are still hustling, got kids, or we don't talk. What I learned from them is easy money is fast money. And it makes you not value money. The amount I spent on bytches, my car, clothes, drugs, and the homies was wild.
I spent almost a grand on 4 shirts. Thousands of dollars on jeans I'd destroy playing soccer in. I've seen more drugs in real life than most people see in movies.
I remember having so much cash and drugs on me I'd hide it and forget where I put it. I wouldn't be tripping because we had so much.
Then I started doing drugs and shyt got crazy. But that is another chapter of my life I like to call my Yeezus phase. Kanye had nothing on me. I probably thought I was Yeezy. I was beautiful, rich for my age, and I had a bad bytch, I had two technically, and a shiny ass Benz. I'd pay for my girl's nights out with her friends. I'd give them an allowance to get manny petty combos and give them some money to buy clothes or whatever.
I used to tell people I spent their rent on keeping my car clean and I wasn't kidding. I don't like to be flashy on IG because the feds are watching, but I have pictures of me with large bank rolls. I had a 24kgold money clip that couldn't hold my knots. I had to get a man bag to carry cash because my pants were too tight to carry all the money I had. I kept 300 in cash on me and I had money stashed in my car and in different places.
I worked 8 hours officially at this dead end job so I could tell people I got this money from work.
I should write a book, for real. It'd be fascinating.
I know nobody would believe me so I don't talk about it that much, but I've lived a lot of lives man. Real shyt.
Tenchi Ryu
Ashtray B!tch
Tenchi Ryu
Ashtray B!tch
Tenchi Ryu
Ashtray B!tch
Kellz with the petty swag
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