I like to go on walks on Sunday evening to think about the pastor's sermon from the morning, and to mentally prepare for the coming week. While walking, I decided to go to 7-11 and buy a Slurpee, because it's hot as hell outside.
While preparing my frosty drink, there was this chick in the candy aisle getting gummy worms. She was RIDICULOUSLY beautiful, smooth mahogany skin, resembled Reagan Gomez in the face a little, thick long locs about a quarter down her back with them gold wrap things on them, big booty jiggling in them grey joggers, large breasts looking so luscious in that button up t-shirt. I wasn't going to holla at her because I was sweaty as hell & wearing Adidas slides, old Champion basketball shorts & a wrinkled white tee a size too small showing my mantitties with a yellowish-brown stain on my chest from the pot roast my mom made today.
So then, I thought to the future. I saw myself 5 years from now, rolling down Biscayne headed to Bal Harbour to blow some bands in a droptop Lambo, with that same chick in the passenger seat rubbing on my thigh and giving me an enchanting smile, Biggie Smalls-Sky's The Limit bumping out the speakers, looking at some nikka in his 1998 Civic, and hitting the 50CentLaughPullOff.gif. I'm never going to be an athlete, and I make R&B music but it's too traditional to ever blow in this 808/sex-driven age, and I only do it for fun and to release creative energy.
I thought some more. I have ambitions to start a tech company, and I'm currently getting my business plan in order. I'm so close to my dreams I can breathe in the vapors. Any well paid brehs on here wanna give their testimony of being a rich nikka in the good ole USA?
While preparing my frosty drink, there was this chick in the candy aisle getting gummy worms. She was RIDICULOUSLY beautiful, smooth mahogany skin, resembled Reagan Gomez in the face a little, thick long locs about a quarter down her back with them gold wrap things on them, big booty jiggling in them grey joggers, large breasts looking so luscious in that button up t-shirt. I wasn't going to holla at her because I was sweaty as hell & wearing Adidas slides, old Champion basketball shorts & a wrinkled white tee a size too small showing my mantitties with a yellowish-brown stain on my chest from the pot roast my mom made today.
So then, I thought to the future. I saw myself 5 years from now, rolling down Biscayne headed to Bal Harbour to blow some bands in a droptop Lambo, with that same chick in the passenger seat rubbing on my thigh and giving me an enchanting smile, Biggie Smalls-Sky's The Limit bumping out the speakers, looking at some nikka in his 1998 Civic, and hitting the 50CentLaughPullOff.gif. I'm never going to be an athlete, and I make R&B music but it's too traditional to ever blow in this 808/sex-driven age, and I only do it for fun and to release creative energy.
I thought some more. I have ambitions to start a tech company, and I'm currently getting my business plan in order. I'm so close to my dreams I can breathe in the vapors. Any well paid brehs on here wanna give their testimony of being a rich nikka in the good ole USA?