Stunted on this old racist wash machine repair man, pops needed Me to play him a sound that I recorded for him. The washer was making a funny noise he needed me to record it, and his old ass can barely turn on a computer, yet alone record a noise with an app.
Anyway this old ass 60 something beat down blue collared Buffalo cac comes in all disgruntled and beaten down by life. Probably in year 40 fixing washing machines. he see me looking fly, fresh out the shower, u can smell the gold bar smell on my skin.
My birthday outfit is so fly, matter of fact I'm killing all these fools at the DMV, these towel heads speaking in tongues, I can't understand it but I'm assuming they're saying 'damn that negro fly". I'm rocking a fitted black long sleeved shirt, tucked into my fitted smoke gray fitted jeans, brown belt for contrast. My rare smoked charcoal gray Levi jacket and my clean all black construction timberland's . Translation: I'm flyer than a mothafukka, flyer then a jet, flyer than a eagle my nikka
I digress, oh boy was hating, one glance he put his head down with a look of disgust so intense, I almost got a hard on. I love the hate, racism is what we do. This is Buffalo baby, this is what we do.
Then the dumbass blocked me in the driveway, so I told him he gotta pull out, the look on his face hahaha . I did it politely too, the ultimate mind fukk. He came in and took off his beat up new balances. I wanted to hit him with 'what r those' but instead a simple thank you and dude really got hot and said 'yeah' and stormed off.
It doesn't help that my dad is in good shape and look young, so he had to deal with him after. I know my ancestors are in heaven at the spades table bragging about me like 'thats my great great great nephew ' giving high fives in shyt. fukk Buffalo, this city never could finish me off and never will.
Anyway this old ass 60 something beat down blue collared Buffalo cac comes in all disgruntled and beaten down by life. Probably in year 40 fixing washing machines. he see me looking fly, fresh out the shower, u can smell the gold bar smell on my skin.
My birthday outfit is so fly, matter of fact I'm killing all these fools at the DMV, these towel heads speaking in tongues, I can't understand it but I'm assuming they're saying 'damn that negro fly". I'm rocking a fitted black long sleeved shirt, tucked into my fitted smoke gray fitted jeans, brown belt for contrast. My rare smoked charcoal gray Levi jacket and my clean all black construction timberland's . Translation: I'm flyer than a mothafukka, flyer then a jet, flyer than a eagle my nikka
I digress, oh boy was hating, one glance he put his head down with a look of disgust so intense, I almost got a hard on. I love the hate, racism is what we do. This is Buffalo baby, this is what we do.
Then the dumbass blocked me in the driveway, so I told him he gotta pull out, the look on his face hahaha . I did it politely too, the ultimate mind fukk. He came in and took off his beat up new balances. I wanted to hit him with 'what r those' but instead a simple thank you and dude really got hot and said 'yeah' and stormed off.
It doesn't help that my dad is in good shape and look young, so he had to deal with him after. I know my ancestors are in heaven at the spades table bragging about me like 'thats my great great great nephew ' giving high fives in shyt. fukk Buffalo, this city never could finish me off and never will.
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that's what we do up here. Practice racism and eat chicken wings
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