(Diamond frustrates my life....fin to hang up with her...sheesh)
so...i been thinking alot today...it comes to a point any artists life where you have to make a choice...is rapping gon be your life or just a hobby...and right now it is my life...but when im surrounded by cats who don't see music as their life...its a problem for me...im looking for a mil...if you don't want the same then get from around me...i haven't met anybody with the drive i have...everybody else feels it is better things to do than music...i don't have shit else...this mixtape coming out is all i have...but cats don't see my vision...but ask for beats, guest verses or concepts...im surrounded by cats who want but don't want to help...and if you reading this blog thinking...I DID THIS FOR YOU MAN...OR I DID THIS FOR HIM...why he gon call me out...then im talking about you...if you have to constantly throw in my face what you do for me there is an automatic problem...you a groupie nigga...its at least 4 to 5 niggas i could name off bat...but im not fin to diss...but honestly i can't be mad at anybody but myself at the end of the day i should've had my own equipment months ago...but instead i've been wasting money...im about to get it right tho...straighten everything out so in a few i can truly step out on my own...im surrounded by negative energy so VA will def be a good change of pace...i can't take being around cats who don't take music serious and then get mad when i spaz on them...its whatever tho...my work ethic is serious when its crunch time...i have people looking for me BUT not having this mixtape at least getting mixed is killing me...iight tho...lets re-vamp...and move on...
to make matters worse...this chick was like she was gon cook for me...but she can't cook...so i went to Taco Bell before hand...as im walking up to her crib...my stomach starts going crazy...i gotta doo doo like bad...she opens the door...and before i can tell her i have to leave she's like "my parents want to meet you champ"...im like damn okay...5 mins then im out...i sit down at the table...my stomach is doing backflips screaming "CHAMPLOO TONIGHT YOU DINE IN HELL!!!"...right then i spot the dog right under my chair...im like okay...if i fart i can blame it on the dog...so i let a lil one out...her mom screamed "duke!"...im like cool...im good...so i farted again...her mom and dad was like "duke!"...im good money now...so i let the last one out...it was big too...her mom and dad were like "DUKE GET AWAY FROM HIM BEFORE HE SHITS ON YOU!!"....*pause*
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