*****People expect such craziness from rappers, though, because …they’re rappers. You? No. No one expects you to have suicide doors on your car. (Actually, if you own a Honda, it’s probably better if you don’t.) It’s not wise of you to get a table at the strip club so often that the bottle service girl knows your name. (Bambi has a C-section scar if you look close enough, and she’s not as cute in daylight hours.) It’s smarter to invest in a quality wardrobe than to blow $120 on the new Kanye West x APC t-shirt. (It’s a white t-shirt. That’s it. Hanes makes the same sh*t. I promise you, no girl is going to be taking off her panties over your $100+ white t-shirt.) I’m not sure if this “ball so hard muthaf*ckas try to fine me” culture is going to end anytime soon, but the sooner our generation is aware that rappers live a fantasy life that’s not attainable for us commoners, the better. I want to live it up like the rest of them, but we need to realize that those Instagram likes aren’t paying the bills. Let’s have the goal be “25 sitting on $25,000” before we go all crazy. Cool?********
Posted on: Mon, 31 Mar 2014 02:36:02 +0000