Yo..I like this success talk and shit. Was talking to an associate today and he’s telling me about when he got a car when he was younger. He wanted a 5.0 but it was used and his father told him that he wanted him to get a used car. So he’s like, my father took me to the dealership and bought da new one. And I’m like..hold up, your father bought you a car? I thought you grew up in the projects.
he like, yea but my father was a shore man and my moms was a nurse. Then he looks at me weird and goes, you acting like that’s some weird shit. I’m like nigga…I bought my first car on my own, got my first crib on my own. He like..oh nah, my pops flipped for my first spot.
Then some other niggaz came over and start talking bout what they mama and daddy did for them and their hook ups from their uncles and cousins, and shit.
In the past I woulda felt a way, but it made me feel good cause it’s like..oh shit..I really did do all this shit on my own. I am da fucking shit b,..I’m built different outchea. my father a bum ass nigga and my mother would kill me for insurance money if she could.
Ima different kinda nigga that I’m da little successful that I am
Capricorn Shit..we’ll be there in a few days