You know the rules don't move when the dice jump
Fuck all outsiders ABM
Still buy a bad bitch a purse. Paying half my tuition with blood money #still. Rainy nights in Atlanta tryna pay the private dancers, now I’m laughing at the bill that I ran up had the champagne spills random. Weather too nice to be in a office all day trap open yeah miss them days. I’m a Black man gotta feel that sun baby. Feel like a sucker when I can’t spend the day with my lady at leisure. Nah gotta go hit a yap take a phone call real quick she could wait. But being stuck doing what some white man say, nah I feel like a sucker. Shit crazy I’m grateful cause it’s people that would kill for this pay check give they fucking right hand up for it. But I’m conditioned with certain DNA that I’m so happy to have. Because yo a nigga tryna run it up no limit get it in and out wake up when I feel like it. Seen my pops put 2 bands in my mother hand ain’t shit to it. What they call that in white english? Hustle? Nah hustling some slave shit I just call it nature. Wake up and go get it, use that way with words to make a way what more can I say? Son I been really stressed out in the past tryna figure out what the fuck am I good at. What skills I got? Everybody I work with lately just keeps telling me they love my “hustle.” I have so much “hustle” so much “ambition” and I realized my skill is just me existing. I can make whatever the fuck I want out of anything. That’s my skill. Same as my whole bloodline. I’m not a marketer I’m not none of that shit. I just know how to make some shit happen. How to get to a goal, and complete that mission. Box it up, bag it up, stamp it. Can’t be behind no desk nah not a nigga like me. I’m a special type of nigga can’t let this greed get me. I’m a hard worker, but I’m not a worker bee and I don’t take orders. Forever manning up forever giving orders. Soon as that money freed up had to go break bread. Sitting outside this fuckin office right now tryna stall I’ll be home soon. Back to my nature. I’m really a how much you need? Ass nigga. Ran up a few bills tryna have a good time and I always get it back. Can you relate to that? This shit is pain to me, might be a blessing to some. But to me I feel like somebody own my time I can’t stomach that shit. When I used to work at the mall and shit I was miserable, but I’ll jump in Paypal load up that bitcoin restore the energy. That adrenaline rush I need more than anything. I mean what the fuck did I experience all this shit for to be here? Did Bim put that money in my hand for no reason? Was it not to teach me something? Did my pops being a silent partner at that store on Canal Street teach me anything at all? My uncle buying me a diamond earring and Jordan 3’s when he was staying with us was that for nothing? To be behind a fucking desk while a white man looks over my shoulder while I make a graphic on Canva? To be reprimanded about taking lunch breaks? What the fuck is that? You know? Nah y’all don’t know. I’m a risk taker plain and simple. One time I was on dice $80 in the hole (chump change) and I knew all I needed was to keep rolling and the heady was gon go my way. And I got it back, but I dipped out cause I fucking hate losing money almost as much as I love to gamble. Had some crazy nights that summer though, had to clean it up a few times in the garage. But I’m a dice roller by nature. You know the rules nobody move when the dice jump.
Like I love being a busy nigga, you feel me got hella shit going on. But on my own time. Not because somebody told me I gotta be somewhere. Nah fuck that. Yeah I’m disciplined, hella educated, but I’m this way for my own life. This is not for the prosperity of someone else and their business. I’m building my own equity in this shit, it’s mine by birthright. Like bro I own this shit this desk this computer the paper the money is printed on all that shit is mine by birthright. I’m not asking. I wasn’t raised to be an asker. To ask for time off, to ask for a raise, to ask for freedom. I was not raised to be no damn asker. I was raised to mask up and cultivate what the earth provided here for me. You know the streets calling. I don’t want easy money, but I want it fast so I can make it last. Yeah gotta invest in my woman, be able to make it to every event. Fuck I got home at 5AM last night I’m at work in slippers right now hungover tryna act like I give a fuck about any thing niggas is talking about. Shox back in style now I’m hype I remember I got a pair for free off the ave cause I lost so much of my clothes in a fire. Shoutout GB’s tho he threw a few pairs in there too couple JO’s and these Spizikes that I thought was so hard at the time. Spizikes is nasty work nowadays though. I don’t fuck with Jordans nomore anyway they for my sister now. I’m from something most people really wouldn’t understand. The shit I seen I can’t possibly have went through just to amount to being a worker. Indentured servitude. I’m in school right now that’s all it is. Making sure I look good on paper so I can make the biggest cash out. Time will tell the streets callin. Shoutout my loved ones and the risk takers out there with ski masks and gloves on not asking for a fucking thing. Peace.
This one hard to feel if u haven’t been in it