Ecstatic patterns in the calender design/ Tribal print matches- ashe to the dimes/ It’s the burning of the coins and the corny nigga thinkers/ We the reason they traded in flats from their sneakers/ My life is a movie, everything else I just sneak in/ Because their all sequels with a mundane beginning.
I spent most nights this weekend leveling up. By leveling up I mean listening to old Master P albums and Pharaoh Monch instrumentals. I’m glad rappers are spitting closer to the beat now days. You can kind of hear that whole Jay-Z esque running on style in Kendrick Lamar and Drake still.