My intro into being a bad b*tch.

Yes it’s Sunday before 9am and I am already playing #Patra

Maybe it’s the BLT putting me on a nostalgia bender but why did we all accept this baby singing about freaks and getting shot in the foot? Blissfully pepperseeding through it all.

I remember my sister got wind of them shooting this in Coney Island but I wasn’t allowed to go, which...makes sense since I was 8. But he was there!

“People them say you come from Jamaica/But me born an' raised in the ghetto that's the one I want you to know/ Pure black people mon that's all I mon know”

For the longest I thought he said “I was born and raised in Connecticut.”

Did I just ruin this thread by putting Snow in it