We thought they was writing their raps on the cardboard of sandwich bag containers between plays but they probably used paper and ran them shyts by their favorite AP English professor.
I feel so played, I keep trying to blank this shyt from my memory like Prodigy writing that love letter to his nikka he left behind in prison. RIP
I know and thats the problem. There is no context in which one should ever feel compelled to defend themselves for having a father . Just think about that for a second.
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