#all my homies hate that nigga

[gianteyedcrow]

I feel like my endgame is Damian Wayne kills Slade in combat but Jason is the only witness. He recognizes that it’s not only to avenge Dick but to keep the family safe so they never, ever speak of it again.

[tainted-liquor]

'Baby Mama.˚ *꒰ঌ✦໒꒱ * ˚.

Father!Hobie Brown x Mama!BlackFem!Reader Ingredients: Extra sugar, kisses, and tons of smiles! TWs: Dumb dad Hobie, cussing, thas it W/C: 891 A/N: You have a son🥺

It had been about 3 months since you and Hobie welcomed a tiny bundle of blue into the world. To say he was head over heels was an understatement; he was enamored. There were a couple of times where he popped a nigga with the force of a bullet train in the name of your son, Renzo, for various reasons. He popped Miles for "holding him the wrong way", judo-flipped Pav for attempting to hold the baby's hand, and absolutely smashed Miguel for even breathing too hard at his son during his nap time. He was the most adoring and doting father you had ever seen before Lil Renzie could even open his eyes.

Initially, Renzo wasn't a planned baby, as fucked up as that sounds. Hobie didn't quite believe in bringing another life form into an economy that was falling apart at every turn, rendering it impossible to live without relying on some sort of capitalist company. But by no means take this as a hint that he was in ANY capacity a deadbeat, absolutely not. He hated the idea of bringing a child into a world of pure evil but hated the idea of abandoning a human being somewhere out in the world even more and leaving all the responsibility on his mother. If the kid is his, IT'S HIS. So when he got the call that you were in labor, he dropped whatever it was he was doing.

"Yeah love, y'alright?" He cooed almost as soon as he answered the loud ringtone of his 1000 BCE phone. "Hey, so I don't wanna worry you or anything, but my water broke n' we're on our way to the...Hello?" You pulled your phone to your face to look at the screen, only to see that Hobie had hung up. You thought that maybe the call dropped and he was out on a mission, but no; Hobie was rapidly approaching your location from his watch, heaving and panting as he practically flung himself out of HQ. It took him a total of 2 minutes to seemingly appear by your side. "I'M 'ERE! IM 'ERE WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENIN'-" He yelled in the middle of the hospital. From that point forward, everything was chaos.

It took several midwives and you to calm him down, and 9 doctors to wrestle him out of the delivery room when it came time for you to push. Best believe he was still there every step of the way, despite the plethora of faculty asking for him to leave the room. At the end of the day, nobody wanted beef with the 6 foot 5 tall ass punk man with the meanest resting bitch face of all time, so they miraculously left him alone and let him be present for the entire birth. And when your son was finally born, he started baby bawling right along with him. Yes, he was crying as loud as humanly possible.

"Here, sweets you hold him-...are you crying?"

"No." He muttered with his eyes literally full of tears.

From that day forward, all he ever did was spend time with his son. Whenever he went to HQ he would insist on keeping Renzo so you could "get some rest", sticking him to his back as he did idle tasks, getting into nonsensical babble wars, and helping him learn how to stick to walls. Whenever he was allowed to dress up Renzo, he had the little homie dressed down in spikes, black leather, and a mini version of whatever outfit he had on without fail. He even made him a mini version of his guitar out of some plywood, rubber bands, and spare metal. There were times when Hobie would help Renzo "play" his fake guitar, muttering some of his song lyrics in the process.

You woke up from your cat nap to hear giggles coming from Hobie and Renzo in the living room. You shuffled your way out of your bedroom to see what was happening, and instantly covered your mouth so they wouldn't realize you were there just yet. Hobie stood in the middle of the living room, arms crossed, and staring at the tiny baby on the couch. "Ah-! Don't laugh at me, young man. You need to start learning how to be a proper Spider-Man!" he 'argues' as he holds back giggles. Renzo offers him a sleepy blink and yet another fit of laughter as he falls over on his side. You silently emerge from the doorframe, picking up your son and holding him near Hobie's face.

"C'monn, he's only a baby! Tell daddy I don't need to be a Spider-man just yet" you coached with a kiss to the side of the baby face. "I need to focus on being mommy's baby!" you giggled. "Ahh, c'mon. He should be able to stick to walls already, yeah?" He snickered. You rolled your eyes as you watched Renzo practically jump from your hands to Hobie's, earning a loud laugh from your 'husband.' "See? Proper Spider-Man! Yeah, mate!" he chuckled as he held a squirming Renzo. He watched as his tiny feet kicked and danced in his red and blue "Spider-Punk" onesie Hobie knicked from his world. You watched as his small grin turned into a full grin and his waterline pricked with tears.

"Don't cry, Hobie."

"'m not."

[shamelesstragedyenjoyer]

Chat, Euphoria (2024) by Kendrik Lamar is SO Jason Todd's and Duke Thomas's diss track to Tim Drake. Litteraly get a load of this;

The very first time I shot me a Drake, the homies had told me to aim it this way I didn't point down enough, today, I'll show you I learned from those mistakes.

Let me say I'm your biggest hater

I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress

We hate the bitches you fuck, 'cause they confuse themselves with real women

And notice, I said "we," it's not just me, I'm what the culture feelin'

When I see you stand by Sexyy Red, I believe you see two bad bitches You don't even like women, it's real competition, you might pop ass with 'em

Have you ever walked your enemy down, like, with a poker face? Have you ever paid five hundred thou' ,like, to an open case? Well, I have [...] you just want the praise I hate when a bitch talks about guns, then somebody die They turn into nuns, then hop online, like "Pray for my city"

I'm knowin' they call you The Boy, wonder where is the man? 'Cause I ain't seen him yet. Matter fact, I ain't even bleed him yet, can I bleed him? Bet

I like Drake with the melodies, I don't like Drake when he act tough You gon' make a nigga bring back Puff, let me see if Chubbs really crash somethin' My first one's like my last one, it's a classic, you don't have one Let your core audience stomach that, then tell 'em where you get your abs from V12, it's a fast one, baow-baow-baow, last one Headshot for the year, you better walk around like Daft Punk

The crown is heavy I pray they my real friends, if not, I'm YNW Melly I don't like you poppin' shit at Big Red, for him, I inherit the beef Yeah, fuck all that pushin' P, let me see you push a T You better off spinnin' again on him, you think about pushin' ME

[90363462]

Part I]

[Intro]

​eurt si em tuoba yas yeht gnihtyrevE

Euphoria

[Verse]

Them super powers gettin' neutralized, I can only watch in silence

The famous actor we once knew is lookin' paranoid and now spiralin'

You're movin' just like a degenerate, every antic is feelin' distasteful

I calculate you're not as calculated, I can even predict your angle

Fabricatin' stories on the family front 'cause you heard Mr. Morale

A pathetic master manipulator, I can smell the tales on you now

You'rе not a rap artist, you a scam artist with the hopes of being accеpted

Tommy Hilfiger stood out, but FUBU never had been your collection

I make music that electrify 'em, you make music that pacify 'em

I can double down on that line, but spare you this time, that's random acts of kindness

Know you a master manipulator and habitual liar too

But don't tell no lie about me and I won't tell truths 'bout you

[Part II]

[Intro]

Shoo, shoo, shoo

Shoo, shoo, shoo

Bee, bee, bee, bee, bee, bee

[Verse 1]

Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay

Yeah, the island right here's remote, okay

I ain't thinkin' about no reaper

Nigga, I'm reapin' what I sow, okay

Got a Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay

Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay

Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by your throwaway

And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame

Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you go away?

Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, nigga, let's play

Have you ever walked your enemy down like with a poker face?

Have you ever paid five-hundred thou' like to an open case?

Well, I have, and I failed at both, but I came out straight

I hate when I rap or talk about guns, then somebody die

They turn into nuns, then hop online, like "Pray for my city"

He fakin' for likes and digital hugs

His daddy a killer, he wanna be junior, they must've forgot the shit that they done

Dementia must run in his family, but let it get shaky

I'll park his son

The very first time I shot me a Drac', the homie had told me to aim it this way

I didn't point down enough, today, I'll show you I learned from those mistakes

Somebody had told me that you got a ring, on God, I'm ready to double the wage

I'd rather do that than let a Canadian nigga make Pac turn in his grave

Cutthroat business, you got shit twisted

What is it? The braids?

I hurt your feelings? You don't wanna work with me no more? Okay

It's three G.O.A.T.s left, and I seen two of them kissin' and huggin' on stage

I love 'em to death, and in eight bars, I'll explain that phrase, huh

It's nothin' nobody can tell me, huh

I don't wanna talk on no celly, huh

You know I got language barriers, huh

It's no accent you can sell me, huh

Yeah, Cole and Aubrey know I'm a selfish nigga

The crown is heavy, huh

I pray they my real friends, if not, I'm YNW Melly

I don't like you poppin' shit at Pharrell, for him, I inherit the beef

Yeah, fuck all that pushin' P, let me see you push a T

You better off spinnin' again on him, you think about pushin' me

He's Terrence Thornton, I'm Terence Crawford, yeah, I'm whoopin' feet

We ain't gotta get personal, this a friendly fade, you should keep it that way

I know some shit about niggas that make Gunna Wunna look like a saint

This ain't been about critics, not about gimmicks, not about who the greatest

It's always been about love and hate, now let me say I'm the biggest hater

I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress

I hate the way that you sneak diss, if I catch flight, it's gon' be direct

We hate the bitches you fuck, 'cause they confuse themself with real women

And notice, I said "we," it's not just me, I'm what the culture feelin'

How many more fairytale stories 'bout your life 'til we had enough?

How many more Black features 'til you finally feel that you're Black enough?

I like Drake with the melodies, I don't like Drake when he act tough

You gon' make a nigga bring back Puff, let me see if Chubbs really crash somethin'

Yeah, my first one like my last one, it's a classic, you don't have one

Let your core audience stomach that, then tell 'em where you get your abs from

V12, it's a fast one, baow-baow-baow, last one

Headshot for the year, you better walk around like Daft Punk

[Verse 2]

Remember?

Ayy, Top Dawg, who the fuck they think they playin' with?

Extortion my middle name as soon as you jump off of that plane, bitch

I'm allergic to the lame shit, only you like bein' famous

Yachty can't give you no swag neither, I don't give a fuck 'bout who you hang with

I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress

Surprised you wanted that feature request

You know that we got some shit to address

I even hate when you say the word "nigga," but that's just me, I guess

Some shit just cringeworthy, it ain't even gotta be deep, I guess

Still love when you see success, everything with me is blessed

Keep makin' me dance, wavin' my hand, and it won't be no threat

I'm knowin' they call you The Boy, but where is a man? 'Cause I ain't seen him yet

Matter fact, I ain't even bleed him yet, can I bleed him? Bet

When I see you stand by Sexyy Red, I believe you see two bad bitches

I believe you don't like women, it's real competition, you might pop ass with 'em

Let's speak on percentage, show me your splits, I'll make sure I double back with you

You were signed to a nigga that's signed to a nigga that said he was signed to that nigga

Try cease and desist on the "Like That" record?

Ho, what? You ain't like that record?

"Back To Back," I like that record

I'ma get back to that, for the record

Why would I call around tryna get dirt on niggas? Y'all think all my life is rap?

That's ho shit, I got a son to raise, but I can see you don't know nothin' 'bout that

Wakin' him up, know nothin' 'bout that

And tell him to pray, know nothin' 'bout that

And givin' him tools to walk through life like day-by-day, know nothin' 'bout that

Teachin' him morals, integrity, discipline, listen, man, you don't know nothin' 'bout that

Speakin' the truth and consider what God's considerin', you don't know nothin' 'bout that

Ain't twenty-v-one, it's one-v-twenty if I gotta smack niggas that write with you

Yeah, bring 'em out too, I'll clear 'em out too

Tell BEAM that he better stay right with you

Am I battlin' ghost or AI? Nigga feelin' like Joel Osteen

Funny, he was in a film called "AI"

And my sixth sense tellin' me to off him

I'ma blick niggas all in they coffin

Yeah, OV-ho niggas is dick riders

Tell 'em run to America, they imitate heritage, they can't imitate this violence

What I learned is niggas don't like the West Coast

And I'm fine with it, I'll push the line with it

Pick a nigga off one at a time with it

We can be on a three-hour time difference

Don't speak on the family, crodie

It can get deep in the family, crodie

Talk about me and my family, crodie?

Someone gon' bleed in your family, crodie

I be at New Ho King eatin' fried rice with a dip sauce and blammy, crodie

Tell me you're cheesin', fam

We can do this right now on the camera, crodie

Ayy, fuck y'all niggas, I don't trust y'all niggas

I wave one finger and thump y'all niggas like mmm

Field goal, punt y'all niggas, they punk y'all niggas, nobody never took my food

Whoever that's fuckin' with him, fuck you niggas, and fuck the industry too

If you take it there, I'm takin' it further

Psst, that's somethin' you don't wanna do

[Outro]

Ooh

We don't wanna hear you say "nigga" no more

We don't wanna hear you say "nigga" no more

Stop

[patrik6090]

… Psst, I see dead people

(Mustard on the beat, hoe)

… Ayy, Mustard on the beat, hoe

Deebo, any rap nigga, he a free throw

Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro"

Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo

What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton?

The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama

How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options

I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton

… Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin'

Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas

Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em

Walk him down, whole time I know he got some hoe in him

Pole on him, extort shit, bully, Death Row on him

… Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young

You better not ever go to cell block one

To any bitch that talk to him and they in love

Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him

They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs

And PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now

And Baka got a weird case, why is he around?

Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles

… Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up

Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff

Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired?

Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-Minor

… They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

… You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga?

I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga

Did Cole fouI, I don't know why you still pretendin'

What is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bitches, go

The audience not dumb

Shape the stories how you want, hey, Drake, they're not slow

Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise

Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch

And you Malibu most wanted

… Ain't no law, boy, you ballboy, fetch Gatorade or somethin'

Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin'

You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers

What OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? Pussy

Nigga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton

Might write this for the docket, tell the pop star, "Quit hidin'"

Fuck a caption, want action, no accident, and I'm hands-on

He fuck around, get polished

… Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin'

Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin'

I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither

From Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena

And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks

That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch

I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock'

Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy

… Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy

Sweet Chin Music, and I won't pass the aux, ayy

How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy

One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy

Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy

Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayy

Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'za, ayy

City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy

… They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

… Once upon a time, all of us was in chains

Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves

Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains

Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game

The settlers was usin' town folk to make 'em richer

Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda

You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance

Let me break it down for you, this the real nigga challenge

… You called Future when you didn't see the club (ayy, what?)

Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (what?)

21 gave you false street cred

Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (ayy, what?)

Quavo said you can be from Northside (what?)

2 Chainz say you good, but he lied

You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars

No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer

… The family matter, and the truth of the matter

It was God's plan to show y'all the liar

… Mm

Mm-mm

He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (mm)

He a fan, he a fan, he a-

Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God

Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God

Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life

Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life

Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God

Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God

Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life

Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life

… Let me hear you say, "OV-hoe" (OV-hoe)

Say, "OV-hoe" (OV-hoe)

Then step this way, step that way

Then step this way, step that way

… Are you my friend?

Are we locked in?

Then step this way, step that way

Then step this way, step that way

I like this song

[hoshigray]

okay im gonna day a LOT because its been 8 years since i been here

1. fic was great but u always write good shit so lets pretend to be shocked

2. lmk when ur requests are open again bc i got a freaky one

3. i saw megan live and wow i love that woman

4. i genuinely keep crying everytime i see gojo with them stitches pls just let toji comeback to live so he can tag team sukuna w maki w a glock and we can ve free

5. gave up on my main nigga so now im talking to his friend and i like his friend a lot!!

6. everyone tryna act like they understand shoko to where they can criticize her decision of her being ok w yuta using his body is so upsetting to me bc yall dont know my wife

7. i miss when jjk was silly n fun

- megan anon

It's so wonderful to see you after a whole decade, Megan noonie 🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️

1) omg YIPPEEEEE, you read the fic!! And awww, stop you're too kind, Megan, mwah 🤧💕 bye "let's pretend to be shocked" you got jokes, lmaoo

2) I will !! Lowkey, I think they'll be open sometime next week, but idk, we'll see how fast I can get to finishing reworking my rulebook.

3) LUCKY ASSSSSSSS 😭😭😭😭😭😭 Omfg ik you had a grand time, seeing the fancams have me jelly!! My time will come!!!! I need to see my Queen fr

4) NAH I'M SAYING THO, LIKE IF THIS MANGA IS GONNA KEEP GETTING RIDICULOUS, MAKE IT EVEN MORE ALL OVER THE PLACE!! bring toji back for one last scare for whatever reason, and have a mentor-apprentice vs kuna fight w/ maki and and he's just gonna blow this mf with the Mac (yeah ik this is delusional and they would be nerf3d but shiiiiiit, would've been a lot more fun than all this fiasco we've been undergoing for the past 10 chaps, lol).

5) Oh my, so you dumped the main guy (even though you said he's not really ya mans lmfao), and now you are hopping to his homie!?!? Well, as long as you're having fun, then that's all that matters 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️💟💟 (and hopefully, your ex doesn't be an ass about it if he knows)

6) Mmmm tbh yeah, ngl in the beginning I was a bit too critical of th3 decision planning (prob bc I was so bombarded with the information about the plan + her being one of his last dear friends and not showing a bit of restraint/reluctance to the plan); but now, that's just how Shoko is since she was neutral on Geto becoming anti-sorcery, so it makes sense that she's the Gojo body plan (and I'm sure she has feelings about the plan as a whole, but is probably pushing them aside as we're dealing with a huge threat to the modern world right now). But I get it, tho bc the hate she and Yuta got for that was so unwarranted like???? Calm tf down????

7) bro, I'm just waiting for this manga to end for me to turn around and make Canon convergence and rewrite some of this tomfoolery, starting with after Hidden Inventory arc 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

[thehorrorsoftheblackbunnymask]

Who gave men such high egos?

Like, when I say I hate this man more than my abuser, I mean it.

So, like, I used to have a crush on my abuser, Yada YadaYada, long ass story, but my last crush seemed alright, right. This nigga is openly racist towards and called me a nigger with malice, and we were watching roots for class, and this nigga said he'd do what the slave master was doing to his slave. In roots, Kizzy, the second protag, gets raped consistently by her new master, Tom Lea. And apparently he's black, but he's fucking Dominican.

When it comes to my abuser, I can understand why I was friends with him. Most of the time, his personality wasn't annoying and actually enjoyable at times when he wasn't being a dick or abusive, but this guy is just toxic waste. He's the only crush I genuinely regret because he just finds a way to irritate me.

I hate men and their audacity. (Not all men, my homies are fire.)

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

“Sometimes” by Juice WRLD (at the end of TSITP 2x03)

Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes UhI wanna be by my lonely I pop these Perc' by my lonely I put in work by my lonely .40 on me, you know it's my homie I wanna be by my lonely I take these Perc' by my lonely I put in work by my lonely .40 on me, you know that's my homie My mind sometimes gets dark and wild My mind sometimes I don't wan' be bothered Inhale, exhale Breathing just got a little harder I mean well, I mean well All's well that ends well Inhale, exhale Losin' my sanity, probably I'll see you in Hell Yeah, I'ma meet you there As of lately, my demons, they bother me When I'm sleepin', they sittin' on top of me And wherever I go, they'll follow me I fell into the pit and it's bottomless They want my soul but it isn't my property Try to take it from me, demonic robbery Crazy the way that the Devil'll lie to me Just leave me alone I could do bad on my own I get high off my ass on my own Paranoia is strong What if she don't love me no more? I hope I'm wrongSometimes, sometimes, sometimes Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes Sometimes, sometimes, sometimesI wanna be by my lonely I pop these Perc' by my lonely I put in work by my lonely .40 on me, you know it's my homie, uh I wanna be by my lonely, uh I take these Perc' by my lonely, uh I put in work by my lonely .40 on me, you know that's my homieOh There ain't no place like home I wanna go back home I hate the world we know There ain't no place like home I wanna go back home I hate the world we know Mind fumbling, fumbling, fumbling, fumbling I wonder if, wonder if, wonder if, wonder if I'm gonna live, gonna live All these threats that I get from my enemies Wonder why I keep a .40 right next to me Scared of niggas runnin' in my vicinity I'ma be the killer, ain't no one killin' me That's a better choice like votin' for Hillary Where I'm from, niggas don't give a fuck So we loadin' up and shootin' like documentary Numb to the core, I don't wanna feel shit anymore I don't wanna feel rich anymore Know that they want me dead, so I'm takin' meds Until I fall on the floor I don't know who to call anymore I don't know what to call it anymore Tears fall like raindrops But nah, I don't wanna ball anymore Pick up the rock, score I pill pop some more Why? It numbs me inside I know it ain't right But it's part of the rideThere ain't no place like home I wanna go back home I hate the world we know There ain't no place like home I wanna go back home I hate the world we know

[gl00my-org]

It time for the talk

THIS IS FOR RACHEL YOU BIG WHITE NASTY SMELLING FAT BITCH, 

WHY YOU TOOK ME OFF THE MOTHERFUCKIN SCHEDULE WITH YO TRIFFLIN DIRTY WHITE RACIST ASS BITCH

YOU BIG FAT OOMPA LOOMPA  ASS BODY ASS BITCH

IM COMING UP THERE AND IM GONNA BEAT THE FUCK OUT YOU BITCH

                                              But on some real shit 

This post is dedicated for @ushipara and if you’re seeing this, I want you to know that you should kill yourself. Like I actually mean to kill yourself. We have been going back and forth online and not even talking to each other in real life.

We’ve been knowing each other since elementary and we been hating each other ever then. All you did was bully me like made my boyfriend fling his dick out in the cafeteria or that time you pulled down my shirt and my titties pop out in front of the teacher

You made me suicidal all through out my life, torturing me and making me a joke. But when I start standing up for myself, I finally start building up confidence and not stuffing my bra with tissues anymore.

                               HOWEVER THIS ISN’T ABOUT ME

THIS IS A CALL OUT POST FOR YOU BECAUSE YOU A HOMIE HOPPIN ASS BITCH AND ONLY STEAL OTHER NIGGAS BECAUSE YOU HAPPY TO MAKE OTHER HOES MISTEABLE. WHICH IS A SLAY BUT IT GONE TO THE POINT THAT YOU BECOMING A HOMEWRECKER

TO TRULY KILL YOURSELF AND FACE THE REALITY THAT BITCHES JUST WITH YOU BECAUSE YOU’RE POPULAR AND YOUR JUST A CUM DUMPSTER CUNT THAT NO ONE LIKE YOU YOU UGLY BITCH

STOP ACTING LIKE YOUR CUTE AND SHOVE A BOX CUTTER UP YO PUSSY BITCH.

[joseshmoe82]

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Rub them 5 points on your chest all stalker gonna do is take that too cuz he's been all up in my phone hacked it all up I don't even get a fuck I haven't got a phone call from anybody in like months so how the fuck do you do it you really go out your way just to get my information you know now that's a real piece of shit do anything just to find out or what you're doing don't even think about you posing as a brod lol that why ì do live chat cuz that's only place you find real cuz this nigga doing the most to ruin me you can't fuck of what's all ready ruin or even give a fuck about drama cuz I don't me posting this is your drama cuz your bicth ass set me off but I feel better that I said something cuzz on real nigga shit like real real nigga shit I have miss treated females in my past cuz I was soooo selfish useto be but I had to learn late what's you excuse I'm done I'm going to talk more shit but I can fuck it really tear you apart right now on how I really feel about situation but you know what what goes around will come around cuz I'm not the same person thanks to you cuz I mistreated women I mean I used to be mean to him I'd hit slap I mean like I said I've done everything in the book Plus and I am very sorry for all that I'm even sorry for even me and you and taking your word on how solid you are a person you're not solid and the money you gave me it wasn't a lot of money to wipe my ass with that shit I ain't going to talk shit cuz I can fucking tell you apart dude because you can probably sit there and say one story dude you can it's not even that homie yeah I'm sure you make some money bro you know since you're hacking my phone and everything and I got groups and stuff and I made no money cuz your bitch ass is hacking my phone leave my shit alone and please don't make me please bro I'll not asking for I don't want no fucking problems I will see you I will see you you might be in a car with your homies and not be by myself but you know what I'll box all y'all line that shit up and like I said with all due respect please leave my shit alone no I didn't want to take care of this bro and turn my phones in because like but you know what no I don't do this I wouldn't do that to you a lot of fucked up things in my life I regret maybe half of them cuz what goes around comes around I'll show you bro just leave me the fuck alone are ways bro far far away you think you're real fucking funny you're pretty fucking funny dude I am mad at you disappointed definitely but I don't hate you don't hate me because you're a begging me and fucking literally on your fucking knees begging me sick fuck just leave me alone I need my shit alone or I will for real dog I ain't even going to say that shit just leave me the fuck alone and leave my shit alone and if you keep stealing for me all this shit even hacking on my ass do you know you made a chunk too if you don't love your best bet is just a stopped you cuz if it doesn't stop bro to talk shit to all them niggas out there in the streets they ain't my homies they're not my friends I sold them love some respect because that's the way it's supposed to be done I got to bless the land first and that's exactly what I do cuz it will come back and a lot of other people know I'm good peoples i got this drug fuck me up please leave me alone and you need to look at yourself in the mirror and use it to find yourself because you think that you got bread people jump for you nah not me not me not me maybe people who don't know no better they're going to try and burn you and all sorts of shit but I've never stolen anything from you I've never took it nothing from you and I've always asked you first so I'm not the bad guy here dude and you got me hot as bitch you already know I'll be out there I'll be around come talk to me bro one on one you know just come talk to me come holler at me real quick come out today I'll be out there I ain't mad at you homie I promise you I'm not holler at me cuz you get no points they're all negatives

[justabumatthepark]

Eurt si em tuoba yas yeht gnihtyrevE

Euphoria

Them superpowers getting neutralized, I can only watch in silence

The famous actor we once knew is lookin' paranoid and now spiralin'

You're movin' just like a degenerate, every antic is feelin' distasteful

I calculate you're not as calculated, I can even predict your angle

Fabricating stories on the family front 'cause you heard Mr. Morale

A pathetic master manipulator, I can smell the tales on you now

You're not a rap artist, you a scam artist with the hopes of being accepted

Tommy Hilfiger stood out, but FUBU never had been your collection

I make music that electrify 'em, you make music that pacify 'em

I can double down on that line, but spare you this time, that's random acts of kindness

Know you a master manipulator and habitual liar too

But don't tell no lie about me and I won't tell truths 'bout you

Shoo, shoo, shoo

Shoo, shoo, shoo

Bee, bee, bee, bee, bee, bee

Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay

Yeah, the island right here's remote, okay

I ain't thinkin' about no reaper

Nigga, I'm reapin' what I sow, okay

Got a Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay

Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay

Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by your throwaway

And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame

Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you go away?

Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, nigga, let's play

Have you ever walked your enemy down like with a poker face?

Have you ever paid five hundred thou' like to an open case?

Well, I have, and I failed at both, but I came out straight

I hate when a rapper talk about guns, then somebody die

They turn into nuns, then hop online, like "Pray for my city"

He fakin' for likes and digital hugs

His daddy a killer, he wanna be junior, they must've forgot the shit that they done

Dementia must run in his family, but let it get shaky

I'll park your son

The very first time I shot me a Drac', the homie had told me to aim it this way

I didn't point down enough, today, I'll show you I learned from those mistakes

Somebody had told me that you got a ring, on God, I'm ready to double the wage

I'd rather do that than let a Canadian nigga make Pac turn in his grave

Cutthroat business, you got shit twisted

What is it? The braids?

I hurt your feelings? You don't wanna work with me no more? Okay

It's three G.O.A.T.s left, and I seen two of them kissin' and huggin' on stage

I love 'em to death, and in eight bars, I'll explain that phrase, huh

It's nothin' nobody can tell me, huh

I don't wanna talk on no celly, huh

You know I got language barriers, huh

It's no accent you can sell me, huh

Yeah, Cole and Aubrey know I'm a selfish nigga, the crown is heavy, huh

I pray they my real friends, if not, I'm YNW Melly

I don't like you poppin' shit at Pharrell, for him, I inherit the beef

Yeah, fuck all that pushin' P, let me see you push a T

You better off spinnin' again on him, you think about pushin' me

He's Terrence Thornton, I'm Terence Crawford, yeah, I'm whoopin' feet

We ain't gotta get personal, this a friendly fade, you should keep it that way

I know some shit about niggas that make Gunna Wunna look like a saint

This ain't been about critics, not about gimmicks, not about who the greatest

It's always been about love and hate, now let me say I'm the biggest hater

I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress

I hate the way that you sneak diss, if I catch flight, it's gon' be direct

We hate the bitches you fuck, 'cause they confuse themself with real women

And notice, I said "we, " it's not just me, I'm what the culture feelin'

How many more fairytale stories 'bout your life 'til we had enough?

How many more Black features 'til you finally feel that you're Black enough?

I like Drake with the melodies, I don't like Drake when he act tough

You gon' make a nigga bring back Puff, let me see if Chubbs really crash somethin'

Yeah, my first one like my last one, it's a classic, you don't have one

Let your core audience stomach that, then tell 'em where you get your abs from

V12, it's a fast one, baow-baow-baow, last one

Headshot for the year, you better walk around like Daft Punk

Remember?

Ayy, Top Dawg, who the fuck they think they playin' with?

Extortion my middle name as soon as you jump off of that plane, bitch

I'm allergic to the lame shit, only you like bein' famous

Yachty can't give you no swag neither, I don't give a fuck 'bout who you hang with

I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress

Surprised you wanted that feature request

You know that we got some shit to address

I even hate when you say the word "nigga, " but that's just me, I guess

Some shit just cringeworthy, it ain't even gotta be deep, I guess

Still love when you see success, everything with me is blessed

Keep makin' me dance, wavin' my hand, and it won't be no threat

I'm knowin' they call you The Boy, but where is a man? 'Cause I ain't seen him yet

Matter fact, I ain't even bleed him yet, can I bleed him? Bet

When I see you stand by Sexyy Red, I believe you see two bad bitches

I believe you don't like women, it's real competition, you might pop ass with 'em

Let's speak on percentage, show me your splits, I'll make sure I double back with you

You were signed to a nigga that's signed to a nigga that said he was signed to that nigga

Try cease and desist on the "Like That" record?

Hoe, what? You ain't like that record?

"Back To Back, " I like that record

I'ma get back to that, for the record

Why would I call around tryna get dirt on niggas? Y'all think all my life is rap?

That's hoe shit, I got a son to raise, but I can see you don't know nothin' 'bout that

Wakin' him up, know nothin' 'bout that

And tell him to pray, know nothin' 'bout that

And givin' him tools to walk through life like day-by-day, know nothin' 'bout that

Teachin' him morals, integrity, discipline, listen, man, you don't know nothin' 'bout that

Speakin' the truth and consider what God's considerin', you don't know nothin' 'bout that

Ain't 20-v-1, it's 1-v-20 if I gotta smack niggas that write with you

Yeah, bring 'em out too, I'll clean 'em out too

Tell BEAM that he better stay right with you

Am I battlin' ghost or AI? Nigga feelin' like Joel Hale Osteen

Funny, he was in a film called "AI"

And my sixth sense tellin' me to off him

I'ma blick niggas all in they coffin

Yeah, OV-hoe niggas is dick riders

Tell 'em run to America, they imitate heritage, they can't imitate this violence

What I learned is niggas don't like the West Coast

And I'm fine with it, I'll push the line with it

Pick a nigga off one at a time with it

We can be on a three-hour time difference

Don't speak on the family, crodie

It can get deep in the family, crodie

Talk about me and my family, crodie?

Someone gon' bleed in your family, crodie

I be at New Ho King eatin' fried rice with a dip sauce and blammy, crodie

Tell me you're cheesin', fam

We can do this right now on the camera, crodie

Ayy, fuck y'all niggas, I don't trust y'all niggas

I wave one finger and thump y'all niggas like mmm

Field goal, punt y'all niggas, they punk y'all niggas, nobody never took my food

Whoever that's fuckin' with him, fuck you niggas, and fuck the industry too

If you take it there, I'm takin' it further

Psst, that's somethin' you don't wanna do

Ooh

We don't wanna hear you say "nigga" no more

We don't wanna hear you say "nigga" no more

Stop

[milokobayashi]

TALK!

LINKS TO STREAMING PLATFORMS :

LYRICS:

Let me talk to ya Lemme show you how to do it Let me break it down baby Lemme walk ya through it Welcome to my lifestyle It's a Milo movement We moving by the pounds Gotta keep that Traffic moving Rolling rolling rollin rollin down the street I don't hang with fakes, I don't hang with freaks Hating on me? Man, That's a liability These Niggas talkin shit when they lookin like a travesty Miss me with that negativity shit I had some growing up to do, so I don't tolerate it I'm out of patience, I'm the main bitch, hit the stage shit, get my angles Work that camera, I'm so famous When they looking at me, I don't feel that love, all I see is envy Niggas wanted failure, but all I got is success And I tried to put you on but y'all scared to take bets Now I'm laughing all the way to the fuckin bank These Niggas used to hate on me and treat me like a lame But I'm steady making moves and on the cusp of getting fame And now they sayin that we cool cuz they wanna hop on the hype train Lemme talk my shit Lemme talk my shit Lemme talk my shit Lemme talk my shit Lemme talk my shit Lemme talk my shit Lemme talk my shit Lemme talk my shit Lemme talk my shit Lemme talk my shit Lemme talk my shit Lemme talk my shit Lemme talk my shit Lemme talk my shit Lemme talk my shit Lemme talk my shit You live for validation, cooning over white temptation Every move is calculated, plotting on your homies hating Narcissistic tendencies to cope with your sad reality If we doing better then we're just another enemy To you Always changing up your crew Always bitching in a mood Always crying bout your life Always wishing you could die Always posting sad shit for likes and attention You claim to not give a fuck but you always talkin shit You need to cope with the truth, you don't have nothing to hide You need chase a bag, you need to find your own drive You need some therapy the way you always stare at me I know why you hate yourself, that's why you can't compare to me UGH Lemme talk my shit Lemme talk my shit Lemme talk my shit Lemme talk my shit Lemme talk my shit Lemme talk my shit Lemme talk my shit Lemme talk my shit Lemme talk my shit Lemme talk my shit Lemme talk my shit Lemme talk my shit Lemme talk my shit Lemme talk my shit Lemme talk my shit Lemme talk my shit

[squidincsstuff]

Leave me all alone,

There ain't nobody callin' on my telephone,

Because I ripped that bitch right up outta the wall,

I apologize to any of y'all that tried to call.

I haven't been myself lately,

I been slowly losin' my mind

And tell 'em it's gravy.

I'm lookin' hella shady

And I haven't showered in weeks

I haven't washed my balls,

I haven't brushed my teeth.

All I see is demons everywhere that I look

Was it the Ouija, the Black Magic Warlock Book?

I can't remember!

But how can my memories leave me?

I can't believe the spirits would try to recieve me!

But they did, just like a little kid

I was so eager to learn, so willin' to give

But all they did was hate me and break me

Used my body for a host,

And my mirror for the gateway!

Something... is wrong with me...

I can't be who I need to be...

Something... is wrong with me...

Will it last for eternity?

Something... is wrong with me...

I can't be who I need to be...

Something... is wrong with me...

Will it last for eternity?

Please don't walk away,

I want you to hear what I gotta say.

I never had anyone ever care for me,

I never had anyone ever there for me.

If you would listen to me instead of callin me names,

I would explain why I'm shakin and I'm goin' insane.

My mind is on vacation,

Like a conversation,

I'm like a radio, with static on every station.

Still I wanna know will I be normal again

You say it's bullshit and tell me that it's all pretend

But if it's false then why don't the demons just disappear?

And if it's untrue then why am I seein' them crystal clear?

Because I do, the mirrors turnin' blue.

And soul after soul keeps walkin' right through.

They're livin in my house and livin inside my head,

Some sleep inside the closet, others sleep under the bed.

Something... is wrong with me...

I can't be who I need to be...

Something... is wrong with me...

Will it last for eternity?

Something... is wrong with me...

I can't be who I need to be...

Something... is wrong with me...

Will it last for eternity?

All I wanted to be,

Was a member of a family with unity.

But the people that's a alive because they stab you straight in the back,

And throw a stick in the spokes and flip you off of the track.

If it wasn't for Monoxide and Violent J,

That nigga Jack, Shaggy 2 Dope, and blaze ya dead homie,

I probably woulda given up and called it quits,

I probably wouldn't be here I probably wouldn't be shit!

I find my self lookin back in the glass,

And reminisce all the times of the present and past.

I'm feelin' strange, I wonder if they can save me,

I'm feelin' cold I'm standing' in front of the gateway.

Here I am, I'm such a crazy man

I'm tryin' to control my life the best that I can.

But the demons are around me tryin' to stray me away,

I thank God that I'm standin' right here today.

Something... is wrong with me...

I can't be who I need to be...

Something... is wrong with me...

Will it last for eternity?

Something... is wrong with me...

I can't be who I need to be...

Something... is wrong with me...

Will it last for eternity? - twisted

[boredymcbored]

Okay Let's

journal!

I saw a post of my homie Brandon (RIP) and he talked about how journaling helped him. Tumblr is my journal so let's talk it out!

Got flaked today by college friends. We were supposed to go to a lounge to hang out but no one showed but moi. It's okay. I know life is a bitch and we still have tomorrow. Plus I like the outfit I wore sooooo put it back on??? Absolutely.

Now I'm at a bar with trivia, the Olympics and the NFL preseason going on all around me. I have a bartender here that's totally trying hit on me while complaining about getting dumped and cool my guy but.. no. I'm more interested in the lady who handed out my food.

But am I really tho?

Honestly, I wasn't kidding about my infatuation blindness. Right now, ol girl has got me SPRUNG. Maybe the capital letters is a lot but.. yeah. I'm at the point to where people are hot and I mighttt flirt back a lil but... Are they really even close to her?

No. They aren't.

She knows how to make me laugh, she knows when to step in and be just annoying enough, she knows when to be sweet. She hangs out in my streams like me when I'm sprung off someone (hours at a time) but also pretends to be aloof to get a rise off of me (idk why but I love that shit). She's fine AF, I love me a talented mf and she's soooooooo funny.

And even though I'm still cautious; she could have anyone she wants, she's got fuckboi energy (being real), does she know what she wants?? She's.. shown signs that it could be more. The hours around, the fact she pleaded for a chance with me, the fact we could've fucked this out already if that's really what she only wanted, trying to win me over after fuckin up before, the kryptonite message. Maybe, just maybe, she's a lil sprung too?

But I've gotten my hopes up 3 many times before only for shit to pan out from it so I'm not buying into much until *handwave*. Idk what the wave means. We have some facetime chats? I go to Cali? We just keep doing whatever this is???

Idk.

It's all new.

And I'd hate for this to be the only thing I journal about but since I verbalized a lot of my pursuit of sport journalism thoughts out, I'll just say, the clay is being molded. Into what I always a question mark until the piece feels done but... It's happening. Something is anyway lol.

Finishing this off how it started, I cried looking back at some Brandon stuff yesterday. He still lives on in my thoughts even if his spirit has crossed onto the other side. Mainly looking at his pictures and realizing we have shirts that are almost exactly the same. And I cried thinking about the fact I'll never be able to say I rocked it better than he did. And he'd brush that shit off and be stupid n stuff. Man.

Experiencing loss young, loss in general, gets to you. Idk my friend group is close to processing half of this shit. I know we haven't.

I'm remembering how to find joy again after that. Live in my body again. Remember that the world is about our connections we've made and will continue to make along the way. This summer has really been abiut reconnecting to that and grounding myself. And I haven't been perfect about it, but there's no such thing. I do what I can. And it's panning out good for me so far.

But damn nigga that's why I wanted to hang with my college homies tonight!!! Lmaoooo. But, lord willing, there more days. And I'll try to cherish what's in front of me, if we do or don't do anything again.

There's a lot of beauty and peace in this world. If you allow yourself to live in it.

[90363462]

KENDRICK LAMAR

6:16 IN LA

DRAKE

DISS TRACK

🚨OUT NOW🚨

Kendrick is letting everyone know that he straight up hates Drake

[Intro]

Uh (Uh)

Uh (Uh)

Uh, yeah (Uh)

It's survival, survival

I think somebody lyin'

Smell somebody lyin'

I don't see no fire

[Verse]

Off-white Sunseeker at the Marina

Fuck a Phantom, I like to buy yachts when I get the fever

Wine cooler spill on my white T-shirt, the sightseer

Trifecta: money, morals, and culture, that's my leisure

My visa, passport tatted, I show up in Ibiza

Lucali's dwellin' in Brooklyn, just to book me some pizza

Who could reach us? Only God could teleport this type of freedom

God, my confession is yours, but

Who am I if I don't go to war?

There's opportunity when livin' with loss

I discover myself when I fall short

Raise my hands to a fallen sky, I fantasize

Me jumpin' planets immortalized, I correspond

Three angels watchin' me all the time

Put my children to sleep, with a prayer, then close my eyes, definition of peace

Tell me who gon' stop me? I come from love

Cover my heart, then open me up

Remember when, picked up a pen, lyrics that I could trust

Timid soul, stare in the mirror, askin' where I was from

Often, I know this type of power is gon' cost

But I live in circadian rhythms of a shooting star

The mannerisms of Raphael, I can heal and give you art

But the industry's cook as I pick the carcass apart

Yeah, somebody's lyin', I could see the vibes on Ak'

Even he lookin' compromised, let's peel the layers back

Ain't no brownie points will be on your chest

Harassin' Ant fuckin' with good people

Make good people go to bat

Conspiracies about cash dog? That's not even the leak

Find the truths like cash dog, I just need you to think

Are you finally ready to play have-you-ever? Let's see

Have you ever thought that OVO was workin' for me?

Fake bully, I hate bullies, you must be a terrible person

Everyone inside your team is whispering that you deserve it

Can't "Toosie Slide" up out of this one, it's just gon' resurface

Every dog gotta have his day, now live in your purpose

It was fun until you start to put money in the streets

Then lost money, 'cause they came back with no receipts

I'm sorry that I live a boring life, I love peace

But war ready if the world is ready to see you bleed

The Elohim, KTW, no you can't sleep

These images trouble you, know the wires in your circle should puzzle you

If you were street smart, then you woulda caught that your entourage is only to hustle you

A hunnid niggas that you got on salary, and twenty of 'em want you as a casualty

And one of them is actually, next to you

And two of them is practically tied to your lifestyle, just don't got the audacity to tell you

But let me tell you some game, 'cause I can see you my lil' homie

You playin' dirty with propaganda, it blow up on ya

You're playin' nerdy with Zack Bia and Twitter bots

But your reality can't hide behind Wi-Fi

Your lil' memes is losing steam, they figured you out

The forced opinions is not convincin', y'all need a new route

It's time you look around on who's around you, before you figure that you're not alone

Ask what Mike would do

[jimi-rawlings]

Lil Haïti Baby by Future

It's that EVOL, ah

You understand me?

I bagged this bad bitch, it was nothing to get her

You want a whole brick? Oh it's nothing to get 'em

Oh, you want diamonds like this? It wasn't nothing to get 'em

I had to focus, then it wasn't nothing to get 'em

Hey, thirty thousand on a watch, I swear thank God I'm ballin'

Feds watching on my spot, they say somebody called 'em

Hottest nigga in the streets, they see my Audemar

Hottest nigga in the streets, three thousands grams a show

Boston, Georgia, I'm with that game, you got that girl that blow

Oh, you want my life, that's la famil, that's all I know

Catch me pissing out the codeine from the night before

This for Khaled, this for niggas 'round the Ace and bottles

This for G-rod, C-Rod, all these niggas banging B's

This the greatest story never told, you gotta see it

I, I got some names but I ain't gon' never drop 'em

Aye, she say my name but she won't ever drop me

You want an R&B chick, shawty it ain't nothin' to get her

You want to run around the town, well it ain't nothin' to get her

You want to drive around in that Rolls, you know it ain't nothin' to get her

You know that I'm gonna make homies ride for me, it ain't nothin' to get 'em

We throwed away that money 'cause that mula swole

I throw that grams of bar, I'm servin' in the cold

Got fifty eight grams of bar, we servin' Peter

They say they got Magnolia, shawty bangin' either

They trapped inside Angola, they was out the NOLA

Then fuck around and then know you, got to be a cobra

They cooped up with that yola, not that good coke cola

I fucked around and showed them that my heart is colder

My water whippin' issues now we packin' pistols

They packin' gats and lots these niggas sending missiles

They say they hate the kid, the kid was gettin' mula

You wanna ask around, then you can ask my jeweler

Buddy came around, he shot 'em on a bike

Oh he poppin' wheelies, a lil Haiti baby

Oh they say that nigga he a lil Haiti baby

Oh they say that boy he just a lil Haiti baby

Shoot in broad day, he shoot in broad day

Shot the whole window up in broad day

Oh that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby

Oh that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby

Dumping down the pills, I feel my head explodin'

Roll a pound of dope, I gotta keep on smokin'

Money comin' in, we ain't gon' never spend it

Ten thousand bags of kush, we ain't gon' never listen

I just wanna be there for my nigga, woo

I just wanna go back to the Bentley store

I just wanna go back to the Lamb' store

I just wanna buy another Rover though

I just wanna get back on a yacht tomorrow

I just wanna buy another spot tomorrow

All this money comin' in, can't never spend it

(I swear) All this money comin' in, we still winnin'

Shoot in broad day, shoot in broad day

Shot the whole window up in broad day

Oh that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby

Oh that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby

Coke in all the cars, we ain't got no facade

Pull up in that 'Rari, we don't know facade

Pull up with that yappa, it was no facade

Lettin' off all the rounds, it wasn't just no facade

Buddy came around, he shot 'em on a bike

Oh he poppin' wheelies, he a lil Haiti baby

Oh they say that nigga, he a lil Haiti baby

Oh they say that boy, he a lil Haiti baby

Shoot in broad day, he shoot in broad day

Shot the whole window up in broad day

Oh that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby

Oh that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby

Dumpin' back these pills, I feel my head explodin'

Jumpin' out these whips, we ain't on no facade

Pull up in that 'Rari, ain't no no Facade

Pull up in that 'Rari, ain't no no Facade

Shoot in broad day, he shoot in broad day

Shot the whole window up in broad day

EVOL

Queen Maxíma of The Netherlands