Lookin’ at my Nixon it’s about that time…

no ring on my finger just fly shit on my wrist. say Jahkno!

It’s been a big week. scratch that HUGE week . A lot of thinking was done on my part and I came to a few conclusions. For one dyme status birds really get me thinking. It was Thursday night on my weekly trip on the 215 and the only thing keeping me from falling asleep was the Latina somewhat checking me at 2 o’clock. Can I get a birdcall?! Shit got me thinking though, thinking about things a young Kuduro Kid shouldn’t be thinking about. Don’t worry though I’m not dropping the L word ( unrelated but dope ass show nuff gyal pon gyal murk scenes) for no B. I’m trying to focus on making the trap say Aye!
Anyways I’m keeping this one short and sweet my sleep cycle is still messed up from the big night I had on Friday. Bacardi Slang( Monster Bacardi) White Widow and jooxed bottles got staying up all night during the week and falling asleep in the middle of the work day. Shout out to the Yardie cadet who broke off some of his dro without static from Babylon or any Informers.
I got to be Franky Lampard on the pitch tomorrow so night y’all. ONE