“You miss the chick that would give up everything she had going on to drive six hours to see you almost every weekend. You miss the woman that made everything about you when you got home. You miss that woman, Naheim. It was cool talking to me about school, my dreams, and aspirations, but it was another thing to get out and witness that it wasn’t just talk to me.” She was right. It was easy to fuck around with bitches that didn’t have shit going for themselves. Bitches who thought you were the main character, the nigga that had money. Capri intimidated me.
IT’S NOT OUR FAULT YOU HAVE A SHITTY EGO
