Forty-three.

Look at my wrist, look at my bitch.
She hold's daddy down, help a nigga get rich.

Me: Follow my lead? I won't take you anywhere that's not favorable for the both of us.
Her: Oh, haven't you heard? I've been behind you.

That's what I'm talking about, yo. She makes me feel like a man. My problem for the past few years is that I'm becoming a man. I never had someone to teach me to be a man, so I had to learn everything on the streets and through trial and error. She allows me to take the lead roll and supports me in whatever. Lol, don't mind the Young Buck line at the top of the page - that's for humor. Real talk though, that's what I want. I feel like I can be the one she leans on when she can't go on. She said she'll follow my lead because she trusts me. Like, yo? Seriously? Stop playing. You're serious? Aww shit. You know how it is to be the man? Now and days, women don't trust or appreciate their dudes enough to let them be the man. I'm not even with shorty, and she's being my support. That's what I'm talking about.

So, today was a pretty cool day. - Pause....

I'm talking to Jarell and this nigga just.

r e l l . ™: *skips away
j a y . ™: You're so gay.
r e l l . ™: ahh quit being the everyday hater
r e l l . ™: GAYPRIDE HO
j a y . ™: LMAO, FAG!

Y'all see that homo shit? Lol, anyway, back to what I was saying. Today was a pretty cool day. I went to the studio and chilled with Shotey-an'nem(shotey and them). - Pause again.

r e l l . ™: *licks lip
r e l l . ™: i licked my bottom lip btw
r e l l . ™: only the bottom
r e l l . ™: not the top
j a y . ™: STOP BEING SO GAY.
r e l l . ™: LMFAO

Faggot. Now, back to what I was saying. This nigga Shotey wanted me to take him to this bitch house. I find out this bitch is white, and she has a white girl for me too. I'm not racist, but whitehonkeycrackerasshoes don't make me wee wee hard. Then to make it so bad, the bitches were ugly. Lmao, she called me rude because I hung up on her. I wasn't tryna sit over there. Get the fuck out with that. I told them if I was to go over there, I'd sit on the phone all day. Them hoes was tryna get loose. I think I shoulda let Jarell faggot ass hit one. He needs some twat in his life so he can stop tryna chase all that dick.

So, tomorrow I'm going to work on some more songs and what not. I don't think I'll release anymore songs because I don't want y'all to have the whole mixtape. Ace and I are about to get our shit going. It's going to be dope! He has a double fucking disc dropping soon! Tell me that's not fly. Ga'head. I can't wait to get that shit poppin', dudesawse.

So, I told Kris I'd write her a poem, here goes.

Krishauna, Krishauna
By: Jay Adams

Krishauna, Krishauna, oh my dear Krishauna.
Give me head like Shawnna, bitch breath hotter than a sauna.
Big head, big booty - black pants make it juicy.
I would of bagged her, but I found out she was fruity.

She's so stupid, her little brain doesn't fit her big ass head.
She has to use extra pillows every time she goes to bed.
Her eyes remind me of fly shit, her skin does the same.
I don't know how she'll get a job with that ghetto ass name.

Mexican little whore, please make me a burrito.
I can't take you anywhere, because I'd smell tacos everywhere we go.
You're so slow - and you make a mean basket for my clothes.
When I see you I think of soccer... GOAL! GOAL! GOAL!

Please bump your Ricky Martin and a little Baby Bash.
I'll give you a big tip the next time you pump my gas.
You're such a kind person - but at the same time a gay bitch.
It's okay, I'll be nice to you on May 5th.

Okay, guys... I guess I'll call it a night. I'm trying to get Juelz to go to sleep though. Her young ass has school in the morning.

SHEHOLDSDADDYDOWNHELPANIGGAGETRICH.
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