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Nipsey Hussle or Natalie Russell
Who would’ve been a 10 man and the wiz?
Who was just there to me and still be just a kid 🐐ain’t nothing wrong with being and continuing to be a goat. That is a very necessary and purposeful fabric for this American life
wait
wait don’t tell me.
Tonight‘s been brought to us by viewers like you and for those who like to spend their weekends in the summer turning turning butter, making sweet sweet sounds, and for those who just simply like to listen and sit and sit, awestruck against resounding sounds.
In a town where the court was as hallowed as the library, there lived a Letterman, resplendent in his championship jacket, and a scrappy JV player, eager for glory yet unwilling to earn it through sweat. One day, the JV player hatched a plan: “Why toil for a letter when I can wager for it?” he mused. Thus, he approached the Letterman, who was lounging like a cat on the warm pavement.
“Let’s wager!” the JV player proclaimed, a twinkle in his eye. “I’ll bet you my pride against your letter. If I win, I take it from the wall. If I lose, I’ll run laps until the cows come home!”
The Letterman chuckled, “Ah, but pride is a fickle mistress. Bring your wager to the court, where momentum meets inertia.”
So there they stood, the court transformed into an arena of fate. The JV player, fueled by bravado, challenged the laws of physics as he dribbled. The Letterman, cool and composed, countered with the grace of a willow swaying in the breeze.
As the dice clacked and the autumn cards turned, the crowd held its breath. Would the JV player seize glory or fall flat, a mere shadow against the wall? In that moment of tension, the true lesson emerged: sometimes, it’s not the letter you wear, but the heart you bring.
Monet x JV with the music accompanied by
Nipsey Hussle for your listening, pleasure, Fathcorn short hip-hop Symphony. G major.
By MDNTMRKTVOX🌘🌒Nipsey Hussle or Natalie Russell
Who would’ve been a 10 man and the wiz?
Who was just there to me and still be just a kid 🐐ain’t nothing wrong with being and continuing to be a goat. That is a very necessary and purposeful fabric for this American life
wait
wait don’t tell me.
Tonight‘s been brought to us by viewers like you and for those who like to spend their weekends in the summer turning turning butter, making sweet sweet sounds, and for those who just simply like to listen and sit and sit, awestruck against resounding sounds.
In a town where the court was as hallowed as the library, there lived a Letterman, resplendent in his championship jacket, and a scrappy JV player, eager for glory yet unwilling to earn it through sweat. One day, the JV player hatched a plan: “Why toil for a letter when I can wager for it?” he mused. Thus, he approached the Letterman, who was lounging like a cat on the warm pavement.
“Let’s wager!” the JV player proclaimed, a twinkle in his eye. “I’ll bet you my pride against your letter. If I win, I take it from the wall. If I lose, I’ll run laps until the cows come home!”
The Letterman chuckled, “Ah, but pride is a fickle mistress. Bring your wager to the court, where momentum meets inertia.”
So there they stood, the court transformed into an arena of fate. The JV player, fueled by bravado, challenged the laws of physics as he dribbled. The Letterman, cool and composed, countered with the grace of a willow swaying in the breeze.
As the dice clacked and the autumn cards turned, the crowd held its breath. Would the JV player seize glory or fall flat, a mere shadow against the wall? In that moment of tension, the true lesson emerged: sometimes, it’s not the letter you wear, but the heart you bring.
Monet x JV with the music accompanied by
Nipsey Hussle for your listening, pleasure, Fathcorn short hip-hop Symphony. G major.