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Pop, Rap, and Traffic: When you rap the fastest verse in a song without messing up or taking a breath *clears throat* Let's goo Cause I'm feeling like I’m running And I'm feeling like I gotta get away, get away, get away Better know that I don't and I won't ever stop β€˜Cause you know I gotta win everyday-day See, they really really wanna pop me Just know that you will never flop me And I know that I can be a little cocky You ain't never gonna stop me Everytime I come, a nigga gotta set it Then I gotta go, and then I gotta get it Then I gotta blow, and then I gotta show that Any little thing that nigga think that he be doing β€˜Cause it doesn't matter, β€˜cause I'm gonna da-da-da-da Then I'm gonna murder everything and anything A ba-da-boom, a ba-da-bing, I gotta do a lotta things That make it clearer to a couple niggas That I always win and then I gotta get it again And again, and then again And I be doing it to death And now I move a little foul, a nigga better call a ref And everybody know my style And niggas know that I'm the best When it come to doing this and I be bangin' on my chest And I bang in the East and I'm bangin' in the West And I come to give you more and I will never give you less You will hear it in the street or you could read it in the press Do you really wanna know what's next? (Let's go!) See the way we on and then we all up in the race And you know we gotta go Don't try to keep up with the pace And we strugglin' and hustlin' and sendin' in and gettin' in And we always gotta do it, take it to another place Gotta taste it, and I gotta grab it And I gotta cut all through this traffic Just to be at the top of the throne, better know I gotta have it.. *drops mic*
Pop, Rap, and Traffic: When you rap the fastest verse
 in a song without messing up or
 taking a breath
*clears throat* Let's goo Cause I'm feeling like I’m running And I'm feeling like I gotta get away, get away, get away Better know that I don't and I won't ever stop β€˜Cause you know I gotta win everyday-day See, they really really wanna pop me Just know that you will never flop me And I know that I can be a little cocky You ain't never gonna stop me Everytime I come, a nigga gotta set it Then I gotta go, and then I gotta get it Then I gotta blow, and then I gotta show that Any little thing that nigga think that he be doing β€˜Cause it doesn't matter, β€˜cause I'm gonna da-da-da-da Then I'm gonna murder everything and anything A ba-da-boom, a ba-da-bing, I gotta do a lotta things That make it clearer to a couple niggas That I always win and then I gotta get it again And again, and then again And I be doing it to death And now I move a little foul, a nigga better call a ref And everybody know my style And niggas know that I'm the best When it come to doing this and I be bangin' on my chest And I bang in the East and I'm bangin' in the West And I come to give you more and I will never give you less You will hear it in the street or you could read it in the press Do you really wanna know what's next? (Let's go!) See the way we on and then we all up in the race And you know we gotta go Don't try to keep up with the pace And we strugglin' and hustlin' and sendin' in and gettin' in And we always gotta do it, take it to another place Gotta taste it, and I gotta grab it And I gotta cut all through this traffic Just to be at the top of the throne, better know I gotta have it.. *drops mic*

*clears throat* Let's goo Cause I'm feeling like I’m running And I'm feeling like I gotta get away, get away, get away Better know that I do...

Ash, Bitch, and Dad: When you tryna convince the local prostitute that this isnt the life she has to live, and that you can help save her okingofcooneny I was driving home when I seen a local thot waiting for a pick up. These bitches don't trick for free out here, there's a price for glory. Me with $20 to my name decided to try my luck. "Aye shorty" I yelled across the street as she stood at the bus stop. Baby girl turned around with the swiftness. A truck passed in front of both of us as we made eye contact. When the truck passed she was next to me in the passenger. Hoes always know when to use instant transmission. She ask me what I wanted. I pulled out some singles and a couple nicks and dimes from my car ash trey. "$20 is all I have mam" I replied. She replied "That's 30 minutes". I ain't never pick up no hooker so I asked her if she wanted to play anything on the Aux cord. She had a trap phone so I started playing my music. I have gained experienced through GTA so I know I gotta park in a discreet location. Driving around we see this old pick up truck parked by a broken street light. It took me 10 minutes to parallel park. I'm unbuckling my pants like I had to pee all day. Ready to sling my meat out some Wale came on through the aux. My whole frame of mind changed. I no longer wanted to shoot ropes of nut on shorty but instead elevate her mind to the highest stakes that she may be the queen she was born to be. Me and her started conversations. Her name was Kelly, originally from Kansas and her dad is trucker, mother was a nurse and brother a drunk. Her whole life story was touching as we both began to break out in tears. I told her "baby dry them tears you don't got to do this to feel complete. Everything up to this moment has made you who you are, and every decision you make from this moment determines who you will be". Kelly looked me in the eyes and said "That was probably the sweetest thing I've ever heard, but your 30 minutes is up see ya". Man I dropped some motivational coach carter- the color purple speech and this bitch dipped. My gas light was on E. I tried to make it home and got stuck. Ya boy had to walk 40 minutes back to the crib. I can't trust these hoes.
Ash, Bitch, and Dad: When you tryna convince the local
 prostitute that this isnt the life she has to
 live, and that you can help save her
 okingofcooneny
I was driving home when I seen a local thot waiting for a pick up. These bitches don't trick for free out here, there's a price for glory. Me with $20 to my name decided to try my luck. "Aye shorty" I yelled across the street as she stood at the bus stop. Baby girl turned around with the swiftness. A truck passed in front of both of us as we made eye contact. When the truck passed she was next to me in the passenger. Hoes always know when to use instant transmission. She ask me what I wanted. I pulled out some singles and a couple nicks and dimes from my car ash trey. "$20 is all I have mam" I replied. She replied "That's 30 minutes". I ain't never pick up no hooker so I asked her if she wanted to play anything on the Aux cord. She had a trap phone so I started playing my music. I have gained experienced through GTA so I know I gotta park in a discreet location. Driving around we see this old pick up truck parked by a broken street light. It took me 10 minutes to parallel park. I'm unbuckling my pants like I had to pee all day. Ready to sling my meat out some Wale came on through the aux. My whole frame of mind changed. I no longer wanted to shoot ropes of nut on shorty but instead elevate her mind to the highest stakes that she may be the queen she was born to be. Me and her started conversations. Her name was Kelly, originally from Kansas and her dad is trucker, mother was a nurse and brother a drunk. Her whole life story was touching as we both began to break out in tears. I told her "baby dry them tears you don't got to do this to feel complete. Everything up to this moment has made you who you are, and every decision you make from this moment determines who you will be". Kelly looked me in the eyes and said "That was probably the sweetest thing I've ever heard, but your 30 minutes is up see ya". Man I dropped some motivational coach carter- the color purple speech and this bitch dipped. My gas light was on E. I tried to make it home and got stuck. Ya boy had to walk 40 minutes back to the crib. I can't trust these hoes.

I was driving home when I seen a local thot waiting for a pick up. These bitches don't trick for free out here, there's a price for glory. M...

Ass, Dude, and Family: Dear F*CK Boy, F*CK You @balleralert "No, i'm not ready for a relationship but i want you to wait for me and not cheat on me while i fuck other girls." Read more: www.balleralert.comm Dear F*CK Boy, F*CK You Dear F*CK Boy, β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € F*ck you, your "ain't sh*t" father, your whore of a mother, and the rest of the bum bitches in your family. I would say something about your pissy grandmother, but she makes a mean buttermilk pie and although she has Alzheimer's, she remembers me. Anyway, it amazes me that you intentionally seek good women for the sole purpose of f*cking them over. You never get a b*tch that's full of shhh like you, do you? It's too much like you, right? β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € Oh, how I want to go in your grill and reconfigure your smile. I can not fathom a more gratifying action. Even though I'm beyond angry, resoundingly the blame rests on me. I allowed you to f*ck me over. I pretended to not see the signs, excusing your behavior as nothing when it was everything. I believed you after I caught you in the first lie. I bought the wolf and then turned around and gave you the currency to invest in the dream. β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € Yes, I am beyond angry, and while I would like to either carry your ass on my taxes for next year or be reimbursed, I must thank you for the experience. You taught me so many valuable lessons like don't trust a man's mouth or his actions. Trust his consistency. Every dude doesn't deserve all of me. As much as I would like to help and make life easier, you're a man. Figure the shhh out. My job isn't to hold you down or ensure you're good. Thanks to you, I know that the "cousin" is really a side chick you've been smashing. I have to be careful with the term "friend" and that a hungry whore will do anything... to read more log onto BallerAlert.com (clickable link in profile)
Ass, Dude, and Family: Dear F*CK Boy, F*CK You
 @balleralert
 "No, i'm not ready for a relationship
 but i want you to wait for me and not
 cheat on me while i fuck other girls."
 Read more: www.balleralert.comm
Dear F*CK Boy, F*CK You Dear F*CK Boy, β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € F*ck you, your "ain't sh*t" father, your whore of a mother, and the rest of the bum bitches in your family. I would say something about your pissy grandmother, but she makes a mean buttermilk pie and although she has Alzheimer's, she remembers me. Anyway, it amazes me that you intentionally seek good women for the sole purpose of f*cking them over. You never get a b*tch that's full of shhh like you, do you? It's too much like you, right? β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € Oh, how I want to go in your grill and reconfigure your smile. I can not fathom a more gratifying action. Even though I'm beyond angry, resoundingly the blame rests on me. I allowed you to f*ck me over. I pretended to not see the signs, excusing your behavior as nothing when it was everything. I believed you after I caught you in the first lie. I bought the wolf and then turned around and gave you the currency to invest in the dream. β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € Yes, I am beyond angry, and while I would like to either carry your ass on my taxes for next year or be reimbursed, I must thank you for the experience. You taught me so many valuable lessons like don't trust a man's mouth or his actions. Trust his consistency. Every dude doesn't deserve all of me. As much as I would like to help and make life easier, you're a man. Figure the shhh out. My job isn't to hold you down or ensure you're good. Thanks to you, I know that the "cousin" is really a side chick you've been smashing. I have to be careful with the term "friend" and that a hungry whore will do anything... to read more log onto BallerAlert.com (clickable link in profile)

Dear F*CK Boy, F*CK You Dear F*CK Boy, β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € F*ck you, your "ain't sh*t" father, your whore of a mother, and th...