Sorry Wayne but u saw this bytch nikka snake every nikka dat was around him but for sum dumbass reason u thought just cause he stuck his tongue down your throat you'd be safe from his snakery 
. Now u ain't hot no more and he treating like a pimp treats a used up prostitute that don't satisfy tricks like she used to
. U gots no one to blame but your damn self.
Damn thats cold prolly tru tho, but cold nevertheless.
7. Offer zero guidance. Ignore the fact that the social insulation of newfound fame may estrange your artist from former friends and family who see him as an ATM. Ignore the
possibility of your artist spending well beyond his means trying to support leeches. Don’t advise them of taxes or long-term planning. Let him spend his advance and show
money recklessly on car rentals, hotels, clothes, jewelry, groupies, strip clubs, bottle service, pills/weed/syrup and maybe even guns and drugs to sell. Let him remain
blissfully ignorant and intoxicated, especially as his manager steals money from him.
As the hype from their initial single starts to fade, the inevitable “beef” with other artists (possibly related to pre-fame street beef) commences, and they finally realize
their money is looking funny, the artist will become upset and disillusioned with fame. Ignore their outrage. Don’t offer them any advice. If they confront you, reassure them
everything is fine. If you feel the urge, offer them a vanity label which they’ll think makes them a “boss” but is little more than a letterhead that you control.
No, but its obvious the penis wayne had in his booty was keeping him from being on top of his business.
7. Offer zero guidance. Ignore the fact that the social insulation of newfound fame may estrange your artist from former friends and family who see him as an ATM. Ignore the
possibility of your artist spending well beyond his means trying to support leeches. Don’t advise them of taxes or long-term planning. Let him spend his advance and show
money recklessly on car rentals, hotels, clothes, jewelry, groupies, strip clubs, bottle service, pills/weed/syrup and maybe even guns and drugs to sell. Let him remain
blissfully ignorant and intoxicated, especially as his manager steals money from him.
As the hype from their initial single starts to fade, the inevitable “beef” with other artists (possibly related to pre-fame street beef) commences, and they finally realize
their money is looking funny, the artist will become upset and disillusioned with fame. Ignore their outrage. Don’t offer them any advice. If they confront you, reassure them
everything is fine. If you feel the urge, offer them a vanity label which they’ll think makes them a “boss” but is little more than a letterhead that you control.
where's this from
a thread in the booth.
Be careful Wayne.
Looks like a hostage picture.
