I'm alright looking, and broke.
It's all charisma, tbh.
Or I should say, it
was all charisma. For the past year and a half my reputation has grown. So now when I meet a new collection of wild ass girls, my old collection goes on about how amazing I am and spit game for me
Like this past month, where I've started chilling with these late 20-somethings who all work in the same hair salon and do commendable amounts of coke. One randomly complimented me on my haircut (the flattop plays
) and my brehette for life swooped in and started rattling off my rap sheet. Spent yesterday at one of their houses where the music was all vinyl and they made all local farm product tacos