I got blessed by the cowrie’s god. It came to me in the form of a bright light at a time when I was physically down; it took me to a place nightmarish in nature, with enchantments only for me. I got blessed by the god of war, because im don see my hustle potentials… I ready to die for what I want, sometimes I drag so out, “but you ain’t seen noting yet” just like Èché go talk…am an hustler no forming...That’s why my chocks wear out so fast before you say jack!. But never say die… I go patch dem with aboki rope. Me I rugged to the bone!! Ok enough of that, I one do something in probably two weeks from now with H. I don dey do small-small, time don come to blow big! Big time!!
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