i read somewhere that you need to guard it with your life.
it’s one thing for people to talk about you,
but it’s another for there to be receipts for your fuckery.
nothing worst than google pulling up your whole shit.
that being written…
let’s have a little font…
i was listening to “i gotta make it” today.
when i first heard that album,
out of all the new school r&b wolves,
i knew he was the one,
even with the braids and the struggle chest.
i bought that album off that one song,
like the actual cd,
and it got me through an “ain’t shit” job and wolves i was dealing with.
i must have listened to that album non stop.
i don’t consider myself one of his “angels”,
but i am one of his best foxes.
i’ve rocked with trey heavy ever since then.
i bought every album,
and had un-released remixes on my computer.
he turned me all the way out.
fast forward to 2018 and tremaine is on the bullshit.
he turned himself in for alleged domestic violence case.
he beat some vixen up at his crib,
threw both her phones off a hill,
and kicked her ass out.
the story sounds weird af,
but when your reputation is tarnished,
the audience will automatically think you did it when you didn’t.
i don’t know what tremaine is doing nowadays.
i was happy to see him bless the remix to “when we” from tank:
…but this “billy bad ass” act is washed for me.
is he depressed?
does he feel he’s going nowhere?
what is the plan?
this “thug pineapple” thing is not working.
in a perfect world,
the only thing he’d be beatin’ up is my vagina,
but this ain’t a perfect world and i ain’t a vixen.
I’ll need you to get it the WHOLE together
you were able to change your hair,
but now i’ll need you to change the drama.
when you was hungry for this career back in 05,
singing about making it and aretha franklin on the intro,
was alla this part of the dream too?
lowkey: i’m always here if you need advice tremaine.
clearly you aren’t getting it from those around you.
you need a “jamari fox” in your life.