Man I was about to walk out the batchroom and turned right into the side of the door. Hit whatever the bone is on your eyebrow. A nikka was woozy and had to go sit down on the bed. shyt hurt so bad all I could do was scream. For like one millisecond I seriously thought I was about to die. A nikka was on some well, this is it shyt
But I’m a real nikka, so I could never die. I think a nikka might have CTE though. I had to take a day off work. A nikka ain’t gon be no good concussed anyway. Don’t say no eyebrow raising shyt. A nikka can’t even raise my eyebrow without it hurting.
It’s all good. God wouldn’t give me nothing I can’t handle. Ain’t that how the saying goes? Too bad real nikkas don’t die, cause if they did I would get a chance to ask that fukk nikka why he made me clumsy
