2026: Back to the randomness

I put you niggas through the ringer, yeah
You gettin' bodied by a singin' nigga, yeah
I'm with Noel like I'm Kris Kringle, yeah
Your baby mama ain't even post your single, damn
Where she at? Yeah, where she at?
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Your baby mama ain't even post your single, yeah
I'm off a quay, it make my body tingle (yeah)
 
Locked myself out of my apartment because my previous one used an app and I’m still not used to having the keys. Went out to see the fireworks. As soon as I shut my door I was like sonofabitch. Decided I was just going to deal with it later since it’s the holidays and the clubhouse is closed. Came back tonight and went to a hotel and explained my situation asking if they had a room. She said no but said I should try a locksmith. I didn’t even think about that. Called a 24hour one and she came by. She got in my apartment in like 5 seconds. I was like I’m super fucking freaked out how quickly and easily that was but also super fucking thankful
 
I really think that possibly that group is fake and was just made to cause outrage but might be ran by some Black people

But those posts were funny

My post when I first entered the group was “I need a recipe on how to put raisins in my potato salad”

If it is real, it’s hilarious cause them white folks was mad if they are real
 
Know how back in the day, crack dealers used to give people sample packs for free and knowing the first time they’d do the drug, the effect would so astounding they’d pay for the next ones, and then become so addicted they wouldn’t need to give away shit like that anymore for free.

It’s funny cause, YouTube, Netflix, A.I companies and a lot of tech shit like that. Was moving like crack dealers.

Gave you that good shit, get you hooked and then make you pay for some shit that don’t hit the same but it’s become apart of your life and you are in to deep
 
Locked myself out of my apartment because my previous one used an app and I’m still not used to having the keys. Went out to see the fireworks. As soon as I shut my door I was like sonofabitch. Decided I was just going to deal with it later since it’s the holidays and the clubhouse is closed. Came back tonight and went to a hotel and explained my situation asking if they had a room. She said no but said I should try a locksmith. I didn’t even think about that. Called a 24hour one and she came by. She got in my apartment in like 5 seconds. I was like I’m super fucking freaked out how quickly and easily that was but also super fucking thankful

Funny cause I got locked out of my house yesterday. I was on my deck smoking some ribs. Me and my boy was out there. We sitting down. My boy sees a child custody issue pop off in the house in front of us. Big dude was trying to take his kid from the mother and it was getting violent. The child's mom and a older lady (probably the mother of the mom with the kid) yelled for us to call the cops.

My boy wanted to diffuse the situation, so he runs out the front door. Im behind him. Just when I left the door, I immediately turn around and try to stop the door from closing but I didnt stop it in time. The door know was locked.

After my boy diffused the situation, the dude drove off. I got my ribs in the smoker still. I try climbing on my ac unit to try and reach my deck but I didnt trust putting my weight on the rails to pull me up.

I know on my neighbors door to see if they had a ladder but they didnt. Then I go back to where the custody battle happened and asked them if they had a ladder. She did and she had the extendable one, which is what I needed. I was able to get on top of my deck and go through that door, since it was thr only one unlocked.
 
I really think that possibly that group is fake and was just made to cause outrage but might be ran by some Black people

But those posts were funny

My post when I first entered the group was “I need a recipe on how to put raisins in my potato salad”

If it is real, it’s hilarious cause them white folks was mad if they are real
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