I can't fucking stand this nigga. Makes me wonder what the fuck I'm doing wit my life sometimes. This nigga got a record deal, take that in for a second. It's worse 'cause he's from the Chi, so everyone over here has his cock down their esophagus.
I'm surprised I can understand him. (For the most part.) At least I think I do, this is how I heard it lol.
I'm startin' off my day wit a blunt of herb. Lookin' myself up, see how much I'm worth. I'm ridin' down the block in a silver Porche. Dat bitch already know that Im'ma flirt. I'm back off in the stu', workin' on some new. You get 8 bars for 10, 12 fo' dat times 2. 50 fo' a show, 20 fo' a verse. As soon as I'm done, I'm countin' like a nerd. My baby need some new, and she get it first. I'm gon' be sober real soon, so I need some herb. I hopped up out the 'Rari wit dat Louis bag. And if a nigga try me for it, Im'ma do his ass. I count a million dollars in my mansion. Hoes errywhere, I got bitches dancin'. Choppas in the closet, pounds in the den. We got the 30's on us, meet the mini-men. Couple M16's, this ain't no force. All my niggas standin' tall on the front porch. I got 3 cars up in my garage. All my niggas in ya grass, bitch, camouflage. Sosa back bitch, yea, I'm back bitch. Did ya miss me? Or you ain't care, bitch? This dat O shit, dat 064 shit. Dat Front Street, GBE, 3 Double 0 shit. My shit list, I'm on the Forbes' list. Since I'm rich nigga, I need a rich bitch. I got a dumb wrist, hit the dumb shit. I'm on dat dumb shit, like where you from shit.
I don't worry to much over what shrinks say. My entire childhood and teenage years I was toted from doctor to doctor almost weekly at points because apparently my ADHD was severe enough. I continued seeing psychs until about a year ago. But having said that, I know I'm a laid back guy, so I've never really taken their fancy concerns about disorders all that seriously.
I feel like a lot of times, the "disorders" are just easy excuses or placeholders.
I've found myself in a similar situation for years. I actually believe I do have SOME degree of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, and not just the daily omg im so ocd XD. It goes beyond that... I clean in some way at almost given chance, be it clearing up space on my computer (defraging daily at one point), running virus scans multiple times per day... to cleaning the floors and buying solution for cleaning stuff too. Not just the "I'll do this cleaning soon." No, every day. On top of that, many of my mannerisms hint at it as well, and again, beyond the basics. It was REALLY bad about six or seven years ago, when I would have to blink a certain number of times in a particular pattern and shit like that. Not as bad now but if you spend enough time around me, you'll notice. It'll be active for about two months, then go away for three or four, then come back.
But no doctor Ive ever seen has so much as mentioned it as a possibility. I don't really know if what I have IS ADHD at all.
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I'm surprised I can understand him. (For the most part.) At least I think I do, this is how I heard it lol.
I'm startin' off my day wit a blunt of herb.
Lookin' myself up, see how much I'm worth.
I'm ridin' down the block in a silver Porche.
Dat bitch already know that Im'ma flirt.
I'm back off in the stu', workin' on some new.
You get 8 bars for 10, 12 fo' dat times 2.
50 fo' a show, 20 fo' a verse.
As soon as I'm done, I'm countin' like a nerd.
My baby need some new, and she get it first.
I'm gon' be sober real soon, so I need some herb.
I hopped up out the 'Rari wit dat Louis bag.
And if a nigga try me for it, Im'ma do his ass.
I count a million dollars in my mansion.
Hoes errywhere, I got bitches dancin'.
Choppas in the closet, pounds in the den.
We got the 30's on us, meet the mini-men.
Couple M16's, this ain't no force.
All my niggas standin' tall on the front porch.
I got 3 cars up in my garage.
All my niggas in ya grass, bitch, camouflage.
Sosa back bitch, yea, I'm back bitch.
Did ya miss me? Or you ain't care, bitch?
This dat O shit, dat 064 shit.
Dat Front Street, GBE, 3 Double 0 shit.
My shit list, I'm on the Forbes' list.
Since I'm rich nigga, I need a rich bitch.
I got a dumb wrist, hit the dumb shit.
I'm on dat dumb shit, like where you from shit.
I feel like a lot of times, the "disorders" are just easy excuses or placeholders.
But no doctor Ive ever seen has so much as mentioned it as a possibility. I don't really know if what I have IS ADHD at all.
Listen to her
Bad xeno