
LAZI
New member
What up ya'll.
Just gotta vent for a sec. Figure some of ya’ll will feel me on this shit. More than some of the cats I deal with. Especially since some of those cats are the problems. This shit has me way too frustrated.
I put mines on the line for this shit. And I never even bother to worry about the immediate returns and all that good shit. I know down inside somebody will be thinking about it and I know what the deal is but I just wanna see this shit getting done (right or wrong). Seems like nobody’s down to invest shit in my vision without seeing an immediate return (don’t even have a vision of their own for me to support though) but everybody down to take a piece of my shit if they can. Damn… This shit just gets to bothering the shit out if me sometimes.
I’m full time in this shit. I live this shit from the studio to the clubs lots where cats get shot. I’ll go from doing some paper work to sitting in a room with keys on the table (not mines J) to doing a show in a matter of hours. None of that shit ever bothers me. It’s all just the hustle. You gotta hustle to have shit now days. From 9 to 5 jobs to that penatentry type shit. So it’s real hard for me to believe cats still running up on me with their damn hands out like this is some type of game. Like I haven’t given up enough (I’m still paying my dues like a damn champ). So I’m the bad guy if I slap those hands down and let em know about that weak shit. But I’m a fool if I keep giving em shit. I’m making enemies if I’m not making friends right? But fuck this politics and bullshitting around. I just wanna make tight shit and dominate this game (gimme a clean fight). So who’s really about that? It’s only a slight few right? But its always gotta be those leeches and half ass cats running deep in the mix to.
Now I got choices. Risk it all or knit pick and penny ante my way through watching my back the whole way. I personally hate knit picking and hate knit pickers. So I take everything I have left and I put that shit on the table so everybody down with me can take a shot at this. Now…who the fuck is just yapping their way through? Real cats wouldn’t (shouldn’t) give a damn if I started cutting cats loose. I don’t give a damn anyway. But I’d have to cut them too. Plus that shit takes more time and more politician type shit then I can muster. I’ll just snap on a cat and be like don’t come around me never no more. Making enemies or friends (getting respect for my business)? Never was my friend if you can sit there and watch me fail so fuck all ya’ll if it comes to that. Right?
My bad it’s 6 a.m. and I’m just getting back from the studio and this shit is bugging me. Thought I’d drop it to words. Peace.
Just gotta vent for a sec. Figure some of ya’ll will feel me on this shit. More than some of the cats I deal with. Especially since some of those cats are the problems. This shit has me way too frustrated.
I put mines on the line for this shit. And I never even bother to worry about the immediate returns and all that good shit. I know down inside somebody will be thinking about it and I know what the deal is but I just wanna see this shit getting done (right or wrong). Seems like nobody’s down to invest shit in my vision without seeing an immediate return (don’t even have a vision of their own for me to support though) but everybody down to take a piece of my shit if they can. Damn… This shit just gets to bothering the shit out if me sometimes.
I’m full time in this shit. I live this shit from the studio to the clubs lots where cats get shot. I’ll go from doing some paper work to sitting in a room with keys on the table (not mines J) to doing a show in a matter of hours. None of that shit ever bothers me. It’s all just the hustle. You gotta hustle to have shit now days. From 9 to 5 jobs to that penatentry type shit. So it’s real hard for me to believe cats still running up on me with their damn hands out like this is some type of game. Like I haven’t given up enough (I’m still paying my dues like a damn champ). So I’m the bad guy if I slap those hands down and let em know about that weak shit. But I’m a fool if I keep giving em shit. I’m making enemies if I’m not making friends right? But fuck this politics and bullshitting around. I just wanna make tight shit and dominate this game (gimme a clean fight). So who’s really about that? It’s only a slight few right? But its always gotta be those leeches and half ass cats running deep in the mix to.
Now I got choices. Risk it all or knit pick and penny ante my way through watching my back the whole way. I personally hate knit picking and hate knit pickers. So I take everything I have left and I put that shit on the table so everybody down with me can take a shot at this. Now…who the fuck is just yapping their way through? Real cats wouldn’t (shouldn’t) give a damn if I started cutting cats loose. I don’t give a damn anyway. But I’d have to cut them too. Plus that shit takes more time and more politician type shit then I can muster. I’ll just snap on a cat and be like don’t come around me never no more. Making enemies or friends (getting respect for my business)? Never was my friend if you can sit there and watch me fail so fuck all ya’ll if it comes to that. Right?
My bad it’s 6 a.m. and I’m just getting back from the studio and this shit is bugging me. Thought I’d drop it to words. Peace.