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I sit and wonder tonight about the kid I am. Honestly I’ll admit to you guys now I’m a very stubborn person. I’m stubborn because I don’t know when to tell myself to give up. I’ll admit to you that I’m rough around the edges. Looks wise…I have thick framed glasses, I don’t have abs, my pecs could do some work, my acne is beyond crazy, my hair is a lifesized mushroom, and I got a massive overbite. What do you think I have to say about that? Nothing. Those things make me who I am. They used to be my insecurities, and people made fun of me externally because of them but now I’m proud. Plain proud. With that being said, I can steal your girlfriend in a heartbeat. I say that with confident because that’s what chicks like your girlfriend dig about me. My boy Jason talked to me one day and truthfully told me I could get any girl I want. That’s some true ish. I can. I’m a cute ass dude, my swag is off the meter. My snazz is to die for, woahdere. Aside from that, I’m a cool dude that can hold a conversation about anything. My ear is there, and I’m open to say a word. I still have much more to learn and experience but that’s the COOL THING ABOUT ME in my opinion. I’m real and if I don’t know something I’m willing to sit and have you talk to me about it. I’ll do the most outlandish things. I might not have anything but I’ll give you EVERYTHING. That goes for friends too. Anybody could be my friend, I’m a cool cat that accepts everybody. Wanna know why? Because nobody growing up was like that for me. I never had that cool kid around the block I could talk to about girls. I never had that cool kid to talk to about the real world, until I became that kid and experienced it alone. I channeled my experiences to music, started teaching younger kids, and had a couple girls like me for it. Wanna know why though?

Because the kid I am…is REAL.

I don’t gotta have tats. I don’t gotta have abs. I don’t gotta have a baby face. 

I’m okay with my body, and I’m okay with the way I rock, because I LIKE IT.

I look at the past ex-boyfriends all the girls I’ve rocked with had and I looked nothing like them. Stuff like that makes me smile knowing that the dude I am can get me so far.

Music wise it has too. These kids see that I’m not like every rap artist. That’s why they rock with me. They love the personna, they love the voice, they love the realness. I’m raw like that. I’ve grown to be somebody I could be proud of. Hence “Pryde”.

But anyway, I hope you had a nice read. I’m sipping OJ and currently had a “…damn, this dude totally surpasses my swag” moment. Then I thought to myself, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha…You must be kidding, you’ve made it this far Russell. Quit being a drag. Look at what you have.

Message to ya’ll? Be happy with you, and also learn. To be perfect is to not live. Learning forever means living forever so always be up to admitting when you’re wrong, and also admitting that the world is too big for you to take over. Explore it, and adore it. Be real. People love that, and you live more like that.

I’m outtie. Peace troops.

What you said will hang on my mind until it happens.

Black leather coat, gold rolex, beaded chain, white v-neck, dior jeans, and a pair of peach NET Yeezys.

That’s a reminder.

You?

Gold. Most preferred. That’s my favourite color.

That’s all I’ll say.

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Grammy.

I’ve lost a lot of what I’ve had recently. I let things slip away without even knowing that they did. It sucks, and I’ve been trying to do me the best way I can but as much as I keep grinding things will keep slipping away. That’s the hustle though. I’ve lost people, money, etc. It’s been the hardest to try to keep going knowing that just months ago my life was crazy awesome. I still love my life but it’s harder to love it seeing as though I see it all falling down right before my eyes. But this is preparing me for the next step…Success. I keep it real on these posts because I want my fans to know that I’m just like you. I’m no rich kid, I don’t have a million dollars, I don’t have cool cars, nor clothes, nor anything you see other rappers flash. It’s crazy how people assume I’m that dude…I am that dude, just not as much of THAT DUDE as you think I am…dude. I feel sorry for the girl I’m with now. As much as I’m confident that I’m the best guy she’s had in a long while I feel I haven’t reached my pinnacle with her yet because of my financial stability, and also the fact that I can’t drive. She’s also been hearing me vent about my recent stresses with life and I don’t want her sitting through some cry-baby kid who can’t handle the burn. It’s hard being that kid that can’t get around. She’s used to a bigger life that I’m showing her, and the only extra-ordinary material thing I can show her is my fame. Other than that, I’m just an awesome sexy kid. But that only goes so far. Also, having your dad drive an hour to pick her up only goes so far. I’m scared that “more” will be what she asks for. Scared is what I am about this…I just hope I can show her who I am and how I REALLY do. I’m just waiting patiently for this ish to drop, because once it does, I’ll be happy. You’ll see…January is going to be great… Never mind. 2012 will be. Let’s work hard. Anyway, that’s the real for tonight…I hope I can get this date together with this girl tomorrow. I honestly don’t know what I’m doing. Goodnight.

PS.

I’m losing sanity…Haven’t recorded a song in a month and a half…Must…get…off…Hiatus. Thank you.

This year was dedicated to mistakes.

I’ve made a lot.

I’ve learned a lot.

Let’s make more.

Thank you all for the support. You know the deal. 2012 is going to be really hectic. So let’s blow up this year. I promise you this year is going to be amazing…Watch.

Happy New Year.

While you’re ignoring her, another guy is giving her attention

While you’re giving her problems another guy is listening to her problems

While you’re too busy for her another guy is making time for her

While you’re making her cry another guy is trying to make her smile

While you’re not sure if you still want her another guy al-

SHE’S A SLUT AND YOU SUCK AT RUNNING GAME