MNR: It’s Hot Den a MF
Man, it’s so damn hot that I just saw a Greyhound bus pass by with the dog on the inside. I’m deadass. That MF was sitting in the front seat, the one that the drivers say you can’t sit in. That MF saw me staring in bewilderment and shrugged. I couldn’t hear his bark but the look in his eyes said, “FYM? Nigga, it’s hot den a MF!”
Who am I to disagree?
I know that they at the crib going crazy...
Damn near every time we hear that song lil mama asks me if Drizzy dropped Certified Lover Boy yet, and I’m like “nah.” Wasn’t he supposed to drop late January? I think so. But hey, who’s in a hurry to drop when they were just handed the award for Artist of the Decade? And, irrespective of whether you’re a certified Drake meat glazer, uber hater, or just a solid fan who appreciates his work, it’s hard to disagree with the decision. The only other artist that I can think of with a steady stream of really good material from the 2010s is Future…and those two men dropped a collabo project a few years ago. What a Time To Be Alive had a couple bangers…Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman…give that man Drizzy his credit and stop hating.
Speaking of “Laugh Now Cry Later,” I saw yesterday that Durk’s big brother DThang was murdered in Chicago this past weekend. There’s so much on this plate to digest, but it must begin with RIP to DThang. All I can think of is all the discussions DJ Vlad has had with rappers talking about how dangerous it can be to continue to live in your hometown after the fame comes. Shit, it’s already hard enough for all of us to survive on a daily basis these days. But for many rappers, continuing to live around the way has been a death sentence. Ain’t no love in the heart of the city. Ask Nip, Nick Blixky, MO3, [in addition to DThang] a thousand rappers from Chicago, and plenty more from all over the globe. The best thing you can do is to get yourself and your immediate family out the hood and out of your hometown when the money and fame come. I heard Rowdy Rebel speak on moving to a spot an hour outside the city after he came home. He only goes back to Flatbush to visit. It’s the smart move. The great, late DMX said it best (and I’m paraphrasing) when he spoke on how dumb it was to feel that you have to keep it so real that your dumb, famous ass is compelled to consistently cool out on the block with the homies until the day someone pulls up and obliterates you. What are you doing it for? So the niggas with you can be like, “he was just out here chillin’ with us when the shots came.” And that’s it. Your life has been reduced to a story your “manz” tells on repeat to get hood sympathy and some new pussy. Fuck that. Get yours and get the hell out of Dodge. You can do more for your community alive and living elsewhere. You can’t do shit after you relocate to a cemetery. Rest in peace to Dontay Banks.
A nigga said on the Twitter yesterday that a MF actually bragged to him that he knew Ludacris’ chef’s dog walker (I think that’s how it went). WHAT? Rewind that shit and think on it for ten good seconds [ADD 3 CRYING WHILE LAUGHING EMOJIS].
Some of you MF will do any damn thing to seem important to the next MF. Name dropping is one of y’all main offenses. I’m not big on name dropping – at all. But if you do, can you at least limit it to immediate family? Most of y’all name drop a MF two or three degrees separated from your actual selves. Bitch, you don’t know that nigga. And nigga, that nigga don’t know you. Stop with the lies. And moreover, most of us don’t give a flying 747 fuck about you or that nigga. That nigga puts nothing on my plate. Why do I give a fuck about him or whatever you’re lying to me about? They do anything for clout…stop with the lies, girl. And nigga…nigga please.
I have long since realized that the key reason why I haven’t been able to ascend to the top of the professional ladder is because I refuse to “play the game.” If you’re full of shit, I’m going to figure out a way to tell you while remaining impervious to said shit. There’s principalities to this shit (Big Worm voice). Translation: I can’t let shit slide. I also can’t smile when there’s a frown dying to escape. And that’s a big part of playing the game. I don’t buck dance for massa. I don’t do the awkward laughs and pans for acceptance. I come in and do my job. As long as they pay me what the terms of the contract say to pay me, ain’t no thang. I’m going to work to the language of the contract. That’s it. I don’t give a fuck what’s going on. And no, I’m not going to any Christmas parties or work-related engagements that are outside the work schedule. The last time I bought into a job they canned me after running a program for three years and working in the building for eight. I even took a pay cut once. Sheeeittt. Never again. Just pay me. In full. I’ll do my damn job. That’s it.
It appears that the release of the Kobe 6 Protro Mambacita, a sneaker Vanessa Bryant personally designed in tribute to her oldest daughter GiGi, was a mistake made by a UK-based retailer. Nike revealed that cases of sneakers are typically sent to retailers weeks in advance, something most of us sneakerheads already knew. Footpatrol mistakenly received several cases of the shoe (about 48 pairs) over a month ago. It was supposed to receive the white POP colorway but instead received the Mambacita. In turn, they mistakenly sent the sneakers to raffle winners. After they realized their mistake, Footpatrol contacted customers with an email encouraging them to return the sneakers free of charge. Yeah fucking right. Exactly ZERO pairs were returned. Most of them found their way to StockX, reselling for BANDS. I’m going to let Nike off the hook for anything more than negligence. They never intended for the shoe to be released in the fashion it was released. And for those wondering, the shoe was produced before Kobe’s Nike contract ended. StockX ended up removing the shoe listing from their app, but after several were sold and they got their PC. The game is dirty y’all, but it’s the only one we’re left to play. Long live GiGi and Bean.
That’s about all for today. I tried to maintain brevity without sacrificing quality. Stop by the UnB shop and pick up some summer apparel for the family. We just dropped the Crew slides, a must-have during the summer. See you when I see you unless you see me first.
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