I can write.
I'm just trying to stay true to the art form.
That's just to address this kid who said he doesn't like my freestyles on a song.
So yesterday I visited Briana.
Still a live wire.
She did however broadcast the day on Periscope.
And she did what she always does.
Show out and belittle me.
I learned mixing and mastering from the best.
So I can't really feel when I'm told I can't mix.
On top of the fact, DIDNT YOU NIGGAS START HATING ME TO GET THE LOVE OF JAY-Z?!
It's bad enough I feel you don't want me to live.
Now you wanna be Ebert and Roeper?
If you take the time to write down what I'm saying (like I do), you'll realize how coherent my music already is!
But I get it.
I have to limit myself to make my old fans happy.
And new fans are only interested in hi-fi sounds.
Straight up, when are we going to get real?
36 Chambers was recorded in an apartment.
Outlast and The Dungeon Family used to work out of a basement.
Let me find out Drake got y'all spoiled with sound.
Can't win for losing.
I swear reading that forum about me is gonna be the death of me.
Y'all sincerely don't know how much work goes into every song.
Y'all just want the past.
Though I love to help, I gotta help myself.
I think this blog entry is more so me feeling a non-descriptive type of way about the world I'm presented with.
I am better than you think I am.
Live with it.
~follow the buzzards~