It’s crazy how females can do everything right for their nigga… buy him anything he wants, fulfill his needs and wants, love him , flaws n all, be his backbone whether he’s right or wrong, suck and fuck him right and he still stray away and makes excuses for the shit he does. Well that’s not being a man, that’s being a boy. A real man knows what he wants at home and will cherish what he has and respect and love what he has cuz at the end of the day that real man will keep that good woman that he has.
Im main topic in your life, but to me your irrelevant. Hollering you don’t like me, but I knew nothin of your existence. Y’all gotta chill. I think people just want me to know they exist. And I don’t know why, I just feel like I’m the one. I never been Peddy. But I’m tired of people carrying me like I’m some type of flute or something. Got me fucked up. Not the type to take handouts. I left that for little ass kids. So if I ask, I must be really fucked up. And it’s only right I expect the people I come thru for, to do the same in return. But they so no expectations, no disappointments. To make a long story short, Don’t call me for shit. Don’t hit me up for shit. Don’t ask me for shit. We shall see who really needs who.
