Mr. Somebody
Friend Of A Friend
Smooth words may hide a wicked heart,
just as a pretty glaze covers a clay pot.
just as a pretty glaze covers a clay pot.
Something similar happened to me at the gym today. I was stretching and some white guy walked up to me speaking loud as hell talking about "WHAT'S UP BRO? I'VE BEEN HITTING IT PRETTY HARD TODAY."
I tried to give the guy a dap out of courtesy (even though I was likethe entire time) and this fool daps me & tries to pull me close for a hug as if I was his long lost friend. Now I will say that I'm bad with remembering faces, but I don't ever recall seeing that dude in my entire life
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damn imagine if some shyt came out nowadays that'll have nikkas with degrees and skills out here fukked up
nikka lucky i escaped that era shyt evrybody was smoking