Cheers, to success. For being patient, you deserve the best.
Here’s to the great life, the respect, love, money, girls, the adoration of the world is all yours, you have earned it.
The pendulum has swung, everything is in your favor.
Cheers, to the long nights, the continual labor of menial tasks that made the difference in the end, the failures that were debilitating the lost friends along the way.
Cheers to the hustle, the grind, the determination, the grit, the spirit, wearing the same clothes every day, the enthusiasm doesn’t wane.
Cheers, to the dreams we made possible, all the things we willed into existence, cause we never stop, we keep pressing, we have the stamina, we have a hunger for greatness.
Cheers to the tears, the sacrifices, the vices that propelled us to the top.
Cheers, for all the years, to everyone who stayed behind and helped with the chores.
Cheers, cause everything counts, I remember everything, the struggles and now we triumph. Loyalty, you are my family.
Cheers, you are special, you did it, you slayed Goliath, you did great, well done!
You deserve everything, go ahead, spoil yourself, get that car, get those shoes, get the watch, be happy, you deserve it!
Cheers, here’s your champagne, raise your glasses, let’s celebrate.
To success. For being patient, you deserve the best.
My greatness is being acknowledged every day, acknowledgments keep streaming like a waterfall, I am on flow and greatness is just my nature. I am consciousness, I am culture. I am the greatest of all time. I’ve unified the championships and I am a World Cup winner. Also a Sinner, there isn’t anything I haven’t done. Winning is automatic and everyone is vying for my attention. They acknowledge me in every way and I’ve turned into Apple, people bite my shit. I am not mad, I understand, I have become too great. I’ve got the magic and I go all night, no curfews, no spells. I am still going in hard like a phallic dick, penetrating the curtains of life to take center stage. Spotlight on me, I am the main attraction. I am the best, the greatest, has always been that way, will always be.
Got everybody watchin’ what I do, come walk in my shoes And see the way I’m livin’ if you really want to Got my mind on my money And I’m not goin’ awayyyyyyy So keep on gettin’ your paper, and keep on climbin’ Look in the mirror, and keep on shinin’ (shinin’) Until the game ends, ’til the clock stop We gon’ post up on the top spot Livin’ the life, the life In the Windmill City got my whole team with me The life, my life I do it how I wanna do I’m livin’ my life, my life I will never lose I’m livin’ my life, my life And I’ll never stop it
Goated, standing on the podium, I am number one, the gold is coated, you were never on my level, you tip the scale, you just bloated. Swaying public opinion on my side like a poll have you voted? Noted, I am the greatest, on top like the latest, fuck the world with no latex. I avoid texts, bluetick your ass like no tax but the flow is lax, loose like your girl and I am hitting from the back and I tell her relax. Your clique whack, you can never hit back, you on the sack, call you out individually and beat you by the pack. Shuffle you like a deck, crush you like an insect, I release doom on your ass and watch you fall by the sect. Whose next? I penetrated the game now who wants to fuck with the best? Your tactics are lame, just a couple of pests. Regurgitate your shit before I can ever digest. Permanent residence in this game while you just a guest. I am dominating and the world is my conquest. I’m goated, boats in my horizon cause I am coasted, bitches in my bed I never boasted. Smash and vacate, tomorrow another date, more bitches to bait, they need love and we just never hate. Baphomet, horns on my head and they spike, protected from threats like a dike, you come up against me and I’ll ride you like a bike, you lightweight like a kite. You talented – Sikes! You a joke, you make the mood light. This is my site, here’s an apple to bite, some legendary shit, you challenge to spite and I’ll beat your ass despite, cause I bring the pain and I go all night. Goated!
World champion, been at the top for so long, I am bored, I need a companion, doesn’t need to be strong, one to teach these bitch ass niggas to keep their panties on, If you got bush I’ll cut you down to size cause I mow the lawn, you think you on my level, how amusing, yawn. World champion son, a Bible of achievements, I bless you with my words, just one of my endowments, head to head with me is enough to make you lament, aloud, rueing for that last encounter, I’ll give you another chance, beat you and then discount ya. Winning is a vocation, it determines the location, top when you need directions, cause I go hard like an erection and I never stop, all night, all day, banging the competition like a drum, flow intoxicating like rum, dick game sure to make her cum. World champion, I make every woman go numb, drooling saliva from the mouth, I make them go dumb, south, I decimate the cookie, she can vouch, hospitable to let her sit on my face like a couch. For that win, I am a louche, willing to do anything, so I pounce, on that jelly ass, smack it till it bounce. World champion, charisma flunked the test, it’s on steriods, grounded like center of gravity right on your loins, unusual and abnormal, magnetic and opens doors, better than a key, style buzzing and a stinger like a bee. World champion son, look at the girls, look at the section, a sparkling example of winning, change them up like underwear cause we ain’t done sinning. Devour your heart like Lector cause I am a cannibal, command the pussy like Hannibal cause I am a general. Coins underground like minerals, we never flash, we wait for you to disappear then we splurge the cash. World Champion, we have all the gold, history books rewritten and we becoming old. Everyone is beat, on their ass like a seat, they can’t stand the heat. Professional winners, there isn’t anything we haven’t done. The list of competitors is none. World Champion son, the best of the best, you wanna be a pest, we’ll dispose of you, it ain’t a quest.
I am convinced that God is a comedian. Life was never meant to be serious. We humans complicate the process. We desire, we envy and postpone the present for an hypothetical future. We suffer more in imagination than reality. We love the illusion of control, we insist on micromanagement, we hold tight and firm to our preconceived notions, we want things to happen our way. God laughs because much of what happens is spontaneous. No one knows anything real about life. Even the term “real” attempts to make sense of what just is, an impossibility, that’s like biting your own teeth. Life is obsurd, no one has the answers, if someone had a cheat code then the game wouldn’t be worth playing anymore. How can you take serious what dissappears right before your eyes. I once had a girl who professed feelings of love towards me. I asked her are you serious or are you playing with me? She said she was serious and I was disappointed because I wanted her to play with me. Who wants a serious girlfriend? She be clinging on to me, suffocating my space, preserving me out of insecurity and controlling my perception of reality. Nah babygirl relax, calm down, it’s not my responsibility to make you happy, you must do that for yourself and then we will be happy together. I am not your world, get the fuck outta here! I am amazed with the mind games that people play on a daily, the sly manipulations and gaslighting to get you to do their bidding for them. Don’t get me wrong, I know that people control and manipulate me everyday, some tactics I see like the marketing and advertising that’s prevalent around me, some manipulations are paternal, they have been happening ever since I was born, some manipulations are to control frames to make sense of our interactions in the world cause somebody has to be passive and compliant to have a successful interaction, two alpha wannabes interacting won’t get you far. I love when women attempt to manipulate, the crocodile tears and the victim mentality, I always laugh, oh you a good actress but overt manipulations don’t work on me. Life is funny, it’s play. It’s not a coincidence that people who are successful in life do what they love, it’s not work for them, it’s play, they get to do what they love everyday and there is a glow about them, they are shining stars, they are fulfilled, they are happy. It’s play, they dance for the sake of dancing. The musicians, they play music. To play with no end game in mind, that’s the purpose of life. There’s a contrast in people who work and not play in their professions, they can’t wait for the day to be over, they are absent-minded, they postpone their happiness, they live in the future, their present sucks. You see it with all the serious professions like defence, your soldiers, crippled by PTSD and living life with paranoia. The need to be serious all the time, they are not happy. Why would you want to be serious all the time? That’s not life. It’s so unfortunate because the present is all we ever have, to deny it, is to deny your life.
Life is play, everyday is an opportunity to do what you want, to engage in what you love, to be around people who enhance the quality of your life. There’s wisdom in “YOLO” which translates to you only life once. You have to take play seriously! That’s why we get together with the gents, buy 48 Corona, 2 bottles of Hennessey, smoke Chronic to set the mood and the whole day is on autopilot. We play, we have fun, we connect, we live in the moment that’s now. It’s counterproductive to be with people who don’t share your values, people who you don’t see eye to eye with, the playing experience won’t be optimal. It’s a waste of life. Why would you want to be with someone you don’t want to play with. The rules of play are governed by two simple rules, respect and reciprocity, it’s give and take, give pleasure to receive pleasure. Simple cause and effect, that’s how you know it’s truthful. Albert Camus once said the real question of life is to whether to commit suicide or not. Why would you want to play if the activity doesn’t give you pleasure? 9 to 5 working a job you hate for a boss who treats you like crap and doesn’t like you. The pay is horrible and you can’t even recognize yourself in the mirror anymore. Isn’t it wise to end the game? The location is already pre-determined, death. No one can escape it, everyday you move closer to it, it calls out your name and the sound rebounds like an echo until time. We take life way too seriously when it’s already determined, a formality. Why? What for? You won’t survive it, even if you live longer, you won’t survive it. Life is play, every day is play, you are the Universe experiencing itself, you are not separate from it, you are it like everything around you, you are just a different expression, live your life, you choose how to live it, play, be happy, don’t be too serious, life is not serious. Play, be in the process. Love the process. Do the things that you love and be with the people you love. Play, be like a child in the moment, be immersed in the present, block out the external world, people’s thoughts about you, they don’t matter, they never have, the only thing that matters is what you think about yourself, play, find flow, laugh, be silly, feel the wet grass from under your feet, run, explore, be yourself, find the expression that’s truest for you, embrace your individuality, play, be all that you can be.
Money makes her smile, emotions flooding through her circuitry, it makes her dance, on poles, on tables just so she can start her stable. To be able, and not depend on anyone, she’ll take the labels. Bitch, slut, yea whatever, as long as she can pay the cable. Money makes her laugh, a deep haughty guffaw that paralyzes the body with bliss. She has a connection with money and it’s more intimate than a kiss. Third base, in bed with money biting it to cause a lisp. If you ain’t got money, she’ll overlook you like an eclipse. Money, money, money makes the world go round. You pull up with your Honda, but it ain’t make a sound. Beastly and animalistic that will make her come, big body with an attitude, prize loose like latitude, breathing fire that expands in magnitude, your Civic, yea that’s kind of cute. Money, money, money can buy you happiness. You can have everything in abundance and won’t have to settle for less. Walking around in mink coats, coasting around the borders in expensive boats. Drinking champagne and eating lobster, associating with celebrities, fucking pornsters. Money, money, money, walking on marble, consumed by majestic views, sights of waves billowing in the calm mountain apartment, carressed by the sun and blessed by the hand of God. Money, money, money, what you want? 9 to 5 money, that’s safe money, slave money, enough to keep you docile and obedient money. That’s not enough money, it’s simply stay off float money, not enough to reach your goals money, you’ll never have enough money. Maybe drug dealer and criminal money? Dirty money, it’s floss at the club money, fuck bad bitches at the club money, stunt what you wearing money, consume alcohol everyday with your friends money, fast money, cold from a bullet from heat money. Maybe stripper money, working the pole money, lap dance money, hustler money, suck your dick money, fuck you and your friend money, daddy issues with no options money. People do anything and everything to get money. We are all brain dead like a mummy, yet the taste still persists, sweet like honey, we can’t let go, we are addicted, completely hypnotized to the idea of money.
She’s got daddy issues, she’s eager to please. Her daddy left when she was young and she has never been at peace. No masculine figure in her life, she sucks dick to appease. Rumor has it she blew the whole squad, got her on all fours like a quad. Insecure, void and empty, always looking for something to fill her, hard and phallic it fills her. Every man looking to fuck her, slut shame her. A pornstar in the making, her pubs are already trending, legs in the air but her confidence descending. That’s why she’s promiscuous cause every boy is an opportunity to get close to someone, she wants to be loved by someone, the attention validates her, it feels like she matters, reality sucks and confidence in tatters. So she’ll do whatever you like to please you, the pussy she will lease you, for free and include videos, knowing they will leak, her nudes are making rounds and are close to peak. Her self-worth is all yours to keep. She’s got daddy issues, I could get her to drop her panties and wrap her legs around my waist. Cum on her face or use protection to excrete the waste. A bit unstable, should come with a label. So easy and gullible, she thinks she’s unlovable, calls every man daddy. Men use her as a caddy, to store their seeds inside, only to contaminate the can and abandon the mission like a ban. She’s got daddy issues, easy to get her in the sack. Missionary style or blow out her back. Fuck her out in the deck, so everyone can see, issues deeper than a shipwreck at sea. She’s got daddy issues, her life is sad, you’ll need a tissue. All the men in her life are disappointments, the world is cold with no one to kiss you.
I never did stop loving you, even throughout the long years, I thought about you constantly. I did my best to stay in touch. But you were playing games, corresponding with my friend in attempts to make me jealous. Sometimes it did work but it was in the minority. He was never in my league so I never felt threatened, but I did question you and whether or not you were worth it. I invested so much of myself in the idea of you that I never wanted to lose you. I thought I had it all figured out, that we’d someday be together, but I was wrong. Despite you being the inspiration of everything I did, I still lost you. To this day I still don’t understand why life didn’t give us a chance. I regret nothing, I stand by everything I did in the past. I am the accumulation of my past efforts and I am proud of the man I’ve have become. But I keep wondering what if? We were vibing, we were on the same wavelength. I loved you and I know you felt the same way. Is there something we should have done differently? Were we deluded in our love? I am guilty for being distant and not being affectionate so maybe it’s me, I should have sent you text messages that warmed your heart and showed you I cared but then again, I didn’t want to manipulate you, you’d pick it up, all this love-bombing stuff, I wouldn’t be able to sustain it. I prefer to be with you in the flesh and gaze in your eyes, shower you with compliments and tell you that I love you. Unfortunately distance got in between us and that barrier couldn’t be overcome. Our union was doomed from the start. We just could not get it together. I can’t help but to think that you are the one that got away and I am rueful ruminating about potential realities. You are mine in a perfect world, I’ll never stop loving you.
antakalipa 