Listen Cat, I know you been saving that money, me to. You might be thinking, I want to get square, me to. You might be thinking, I got enough bread (sound of record scratch). Hold up.
This post is dedicated to all the close minded bitches. I know your out there. Fuck you.
Saving Money. Tough Shit. When your out on the streets hustling making your bread you feel a certain rush. When you count your change a smile creeps across your face. I know it, You know it. Why the fuck are we still stuck here then? What keeps us wallowing in the ghetto when we could be living in a loft with a hooker on our dick?
Last night as I was sitting at my coffee shop, booting up my laptop. A Bagger in the corner was ranting.
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