Is this a dream?
 

Imagine a world where you can go into a popular bar that's local to you and never pay for one drink, security never hassles you like they do other people, the under-cover cops are on your side, and everyone there knows you, has heard about you or are otherwise generally very happy to see you. You sit down, enjoy a free drink or two, talk to some chicks, get some numbers, kiss cheeks, wave hands and walk right out the door with $680 more than you came in with.

This is my life. Why should I stop living it?

Hustle hard.

PFFT, i found a nickle on tha floor in tha caffeteria at skool 2day, but u dont see me braggin :thumbup:

*iz fucking jelous of u* :(

werd

It is a dream... soon you'll wake up and remember you're actually a 48 year old, fat, white virgin that is an unsuccessful accountant. Realizing the horrible truth that you can't possibly rap and that music, for some reason or another, doesnt exist in the real world, you seek to ignite a revolution of liesure and dopeness by launching a rapping career. This will fail, and years later you'll die of lung cancer.

*bes cooler than dooms*

Man I been gettin that treatment for years..... Join the club sweetheart

Hmm..nah, I can't be dreaming. In my dreams I never post here, lol.



sweetheart, lol. Yeah it sounds like you been "getting the treatment alright" lol. But man that's when I realized the meaning of the term "living the fast life". Here I was thinking it was being in a rush everywher you went, but all along it was not rushing at all. things jsut happen fast while you relax and wash in the wave of money.

now dooms would this extra 680 bucks be coming from illegal activities :nono:

word nigga... hit me off wit a lil work home boi!!!!!!! shit.........

:shocked: ..................................... :wtf:

680 in one day, hmm, you deal better then any dealers I know around here, and better then me, go fuck yourself, :thumbup: pretty much

It was all a dream

680 is NOTHING. If I got there earlier I def woulda made a lot more than that. Probably clear somewhere in the 900's tonight.



I used to read word up magazine.

Dooms front me a brick, and mail it through US postal service.

brick? man, you listen to too much rap music, that shit dosen't happen anywhere near that, lol. "Bricks", lol. No one even call's em bricks anymore since they're not nearly as big or as hard as they used to be. LMAO, turn off scarface B. It's not even remotely real.

I got a solo show booked Nov. 25 for $2G. word. :thumbup:

Like I said...front me a brick.