this is first entry of the new year, which has been awesome so far——for the record. but i think i had a nightmare last night, and i woke up feeling sucky. i talked to God, got myself together, smoked some weed. drafted some tweets that i’ll share below——listed from newest to oldest, but all from this morning:

• i’m in a bad mood, but i’m going to the studio in a bit so i know that it won’t last too long

• im going to be popping it all year. i feel like such a leader such a taste and playmaker such a boss but idk what it is about me that makes niggas not wanna give me my credit but that’s none of my business tbh the proof is in the pudding my life is soft & worries are a hardener

• tbh my whole life i’ve been generally liked just for being me and disliked by a small percent who didn’t understand why that worked & the older i get as this continues to happen, i’m like wow some people never learned to focus on themselves

honestly, idk what i’m even so worked up about! obviously, that’s why they’re drafts. fleeting thoughts & feelings. but i want my things. i feel very hungry right now. emphasis on right now. my enemies can never know my next move… because i rarely do until moments before i make it.

… right now i’m thinking about the word “impact” and how subjective its meaning is. how there’s levels to its effect… tiers… intensities. measured by what’s deemed important, or even beneficial, to whomever is defining it. for some reason, my saying this is reminding me of kendrick going, “everybody gon’ respect the shooter, but the one in front of the gun lives forever.” i just saw a tweet a couple days ago that was like “wtf did he mean by that?” lmaooo.

my scorpio placements, man.

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