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"Stay Fly, Fresh & ImMackulate" ~HighLife Phi
Do you feel that shit right there? I know some of you are in your feeling about the exquisite peice of media above, but fuck. Macking is what Macking does. I was born in this shit.
I remember when I was 5 my mom had this Panamanian friend who use to all ways fuck with me. She use to always tell me "your gonna be a lil heart breaker" and "your my lil chocolate ni**a." She use to always say freaky shit to me. If I was a bitch, her ass would be locked up. She use to say shit like "come here and let me whisper sweet nothing in your ear" in that thick Panamanian accent. And I would say " if you give me some money". That bitch use to laugh and be like "Ni**a yousa lil Mack" and then tha bitch use to give me tha shit. She use to come take me from my moms and take me shopping and everything. Tha trip part is tha bitch had her own sons she aint so shit for. Bitches are crazy as fuck come to think of it.
That led to me spitting game at my older Sistas friends when i was 7 and 8 because they had jobs and cars. My Sista use to be on some hating shit. But them bitches use to be like "Aww he so mannish! And Charming" and give me what ever I asked for! I remember them bitches use to argue over a ni**a and everything. "He riding with me today" and shit like that. I don't think that shit was real to them. But at 7, ni**a, that shit was real as fuck to me. And them clothes and that bread was damn sure real!!!
