I am currently listening to "The Pink Lavalamp" with 2 people. Them, to the fact and knowledge that they are more than what they seem. Basically, in a different form, I am with Doja Cat and Cam'ron. I handle Doja Doj with EXTREME care... when I spank her (verbally). But the Cam nigga in my apartment right now is ZONING to TPL. And when "Brighter Days" came on, we BOTH got emotional on the "I love Pink/I don't give a fuck about Cam'ron/and if I should get fucked up!,...' part.
Look man. We represent HARLEM. You from Lenox, I'm from Broadway. WE know and SEE the beauty of our neck of the woods. Listen... I'm not gonna tell you to patch up things with Jim, I'll say this...
As rich as you are, you need me.
Fuck that. You COULD USE me. Pause.
I respect you, Cam. I think you respect me too. We might have to converse one day. Just to be on the same page.
I might cry if I meet Cam'ron. Quietly, I've been following EVERYTHING he's been doing and IS doing... shit was crazy when... damn. Lost my thought.
I might be too white for Cam to hang around. Which sucks. But I am embracing my whiteness. It could get me places that being a "real nigga" can't. (HUGE lol, but we gon keep it moving)
Reminder, weed is in my system.
Now we're lisetning to "Live Life To The Fullest". The Cam joint is knocked out. lol I have no idea what song was the knock out blow.
I PRODUCE, KILLA!!!!!!!!
Now let's remove that comma!
Now let's remove that comma!
Reborn.
And I'm sure someone's gonna suck it and blow mine about "crying if I meet Cam".
I FOUGHT tears when I met Em. It still hasn't fully sunk in.
Love you, Em.
Love you, Cam.
Love to Shady Records and The Diplomats.
#reborn
