i was sitting at my computer table last night looking at stories being sent in. i saw a story about britney spears. i brace myselfwhen i see her name in the headlines.
so it was something about her having a new song in the works.
without any further context,
i clicked the linkin the email to her ig post. legit…
ima get right into it.
is every black man in NY a:
singer. songwriter. producer. rapper. model. personal trainer. athlete. stylist.
i don’t think i have met a doctor, lawyer, or engineer in the last couple years.
i don’t even think i have met someone who wants to be behind the scenes either.
ialways meet wannabe stars and hood stars.
many of them who happen to be gay and trying to front.
or, many of them willing to be gay so they can be in front.
now granted i do work in the industry,
but it kills me the abundance of blown up heads because you have a EP.
the fact you dressed your friend automatically made you a stylist.
the fact you always winning in Rucker Park makes you a baller wolf.
or, the fact you take good pictures makes you a model.
some have talent.
who will make it?
being in the spotlight is tough.
especially when you chase fox tail.
you can get any you pretty much want.
what makes it hard is all the mouths around.
the ones who will tell your business because they can. you don’t give a fuck.
bring the fox in your entourage,
make an excuse,
give him a title, and people will forget.
better if he is a singer.
we could be doing a “song” together.
that being said, i love when rappers and singers date.
some of the biggest collabs in the business have also ended with a solid: pipe to buttcheek throat special remix.
listen to these stories below.
see if you can figure out who…