I say what I mean, [random gibberish.] Me and Jay had a battle, I got in his a*s. I got in his a*s, before he got signed. N****s was there, n****s know. In a pool hall in the Bronx. I fucks with him and had respect for him after that. Until he became the president of Def Jam, and I ain’t gon say too much more about it, but you know what it is. There’s a difference between doing wrong and being wrong. At one point, you were being wrong.
Jay is a talented motherfucker, don’t misunderstand me. He is talented. But he has no heart. There’s no soul behind it. It’s motivated by money strictly… But I still maintain the respect, because our birthday is in the same month and you know, we have history. But I lost it when he became president of Def Jam, that’s why I left Def Jam. ‘
When you became the president, you hit me “yo dog, the inmates is running the building!!!” You know what that mean, your mans is in charge… “That’s what it is, we good,” cuz we had history. And then you go do that.
You come down, listen to my s**t… we ready. Then you go on vacation. N****s take a picture of you with chancletas on. That’s what you leave the hood for, son? That’s why you walk out on your man for, son? Flip-flops? Serious? You serious? Real talk son, I respected you. I’m in my feelings about that. I’m hurt. I ain’t ever talk about that.
I thought you were off the drugs X, WTF?
LOL @ the “because our birthday is in the same month” line.
Props to Miss Info