I wonder why I said what I said then

Neither does yours Americana

focus on your health. Focus on a daily routine

Focus on anything other than being a sassy b**** to me

Its quite possible to speak on me without speaking on Palestine and making it the butt of the joke I give you guys plenty of material for a reason

yet still the jokes come back to chicago violence and palestine clowning the dead then its "he is crashing out"

I got real life people dead thats why I am passionate about it

When I do misspeak or tweak I say so . I say I was in my emotions. I say I had to mandated report someone so I feel a way.

You just a whole b****

Hope he dont post my socials again :ariscared:

Lmao ofcourse it’s a 50 page thread of dorks fighting and virgins deep throating Kendrick

if the game is s***, i know who im blaming

I CAN FEEL IT COMING IN THE AIR TONIGHT

OH LORD

Flying across state borders for ktt is brazy

No I never liked you

I just want to make clear you specifically are a disgrace to your people.

I never liked you at all. I just want to make clear I have met Afghans infinitely better than you as a human being. Often Many muslims posess kindness

I got family on that side bucko.

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

You are an american who makes s***ty video games and argues about Kendrick Lamar online with other losers

You’re embarrassing yourself everytime you say it

KTT is cooked 😂😂😂😂

Yet again, it was another late, sleepless night in Atlanta. The studio was packed, yet intimate all at the same time. Warm amber lights washed over exotic leather furniture, creating a dimly lit sonic oasis. A sweet aroma of weed smoke clouded the air, while vanilla scented candles were strategically placed around the room. The mood developed into a haze of relaxation. As engineers and producers methodically worked the mixing boards, Future and the rest of his entourage nodded along to a rough take of a track that would later be called "Diamonds Dancing." Many individuals in the studio danced along while producers ran the track back, but there stood Drake in a dark corner, dissecting every piece of "Diamonds Dancing" with surgical precision. The track stopped playing, and Drake stepped from the shadows. He didn't speak much, but when he did, people listened.

"I'm going back in the booth, play that outro back."

Puzzled, the engineer began playing the outro instrumental back, not questioning Drake's demands. The room fell quiet as people began to observe. As the outro began to play, Drake put on a pair of monitor headphones, rubbed his beard and began to take a drink of a dark, murky substance. Closing his eyes, Drake began to flow freely.

"You doin' me dirty, you know. How we let it get like this I don't know. But that * can't save your soul, nah." Producers and entourage members in the studio began to look around the room to see if others were witnessing what was happening. Drake continued crooning into the microphone, while the mood became even darker in the studio.

"Doing me dirty, you doing me dirty. Haven't even heard from you. How can you live with yourself? Haven't even heard from you. How can you live with yourself? Ungrateful, ungrateful." The Engineer looked over to Future with concern. The engineer whispered, "should we stop him?" Future then put up one finger, as to silence the engineer while shaking his head, not taking his eyes off of Drake.

"Your momma be ashamed of you. I haven't even heard from you, not a single word from you, Ungrateful. I'm too good for you, too good for you. You should go back to him, perfect match for you, unstable." Candles in the studio began to flicker and die out, one by one, as if a spirit swept throughout the room.

"Doing me dirty. You're making me nervous. I haven't even heard from you. You look drained, you look exhausted, girl them late nights ain't good for you. Really starting to show on you. Don't hit me up when it's good for you. Ungrateful." By now, everyone had stopped what they were doing, all attention was focused on the darkened silhouette in the recording booth. Finishing up his final thoughts, Drake hung up the headphones, took another sip of muddy water, and crept out of the recording booth.

As he came back into the studio, all eyes followed his every movement. Drake retreated back to his shadowed corner, where he leaned against the wall with his fingers interlocked and pressed against his lips, as if in deep thought. The silence of the room created an uneasy tension. The uneasiness built more and more, as studio members waited for him to speak. Finally, he broke the silence.

"Play it back."

I never seen threats over ktt dawg lmao

I got family on that side and you are speaking on the dead and clowning Palestinians over an old post for the entertainment of whites.

you want to show them a show when you could have just engaged in the topic.

lock thread and start over

you missed the machete thread on ktt1

never seen people broken by a song so much to the point where they're pretending to be irate over cute interview with SZA months later

Like what does he think he accomplish saying this lol

This ain’t real is it?? Can’t read the article yet lol

you new to this?