I conclude therefore that, fortune being changeful and mankind steadfast in their ways, so long as the two are in agreement men are successful, but unsuccessful when they fall out. For my part I consider that it is better to be adventurous than cautious, because fortune is a woman, and if you wish to keep her under it is necessary to beat and ill-use her; and it is seen that she allows herself to be mastered by the adventurous rather than by those who go to work more coldly. She is, therefore, always, woman-like, a lover of young men, because they are less cautious, more violent, and with more audacity command her.
Fuck a Wells Fargo It’s stacks in my cargos Griselda Blanco, she got the donk though Whippin’ that foreign like it’s the Bronco I’m on the highway like I caught a body Me and compadre smokin’ Beats By Dre, loud to the head Takin’ loud to the head First we count up the blessin’s Then we count up the bread
. “I want a life that sizzles and pops and makes me laugh out loud. And I don’t want to get to the end, or to tomorrow, even, and realize that my life is a collection of meetings and pop cans and errands and receipts and dirty dishes. I want to eat cold tangerines and sing out loud in the car with the windows open and wear pink shoes and stay up all night laughing and paint my walls the exact color of the sky right now. I want to sleep hard on clean white sheets and throw parties and eat ripe tomatoes and read books so good they make me jump up and down, and I want my everyday to make God belly laugh, glad that he gave life to someone who loves the gift.” — Shauna Niequist
Number one day for some shoppin’ Fuck other days you be shoppin’ If I don’t buy this shit with quickness, Right at the open of business They gonna run out of this shit or mark it back up before Christmas
Let the money drip dry, hundred dollar bills Wipe the tears from my eyes, no love Fuck y’all niggas, hope you die a slow death As I coke-test and C. DeLores Tucker protest Can’t fuck with you weak rap niggas, witcha gay raps Runnin ’round talkin this and talkin that See me in the streets, tried to give me dap Andrew Cunanan ass niggas My two cannons blast niggas, ask niggas Got me fucked up in the game, get your shirt stained Keep your five mics nigga, give me the ‘caine