Apparently nobody ever expects the GRU, Russian Military Intelligence.

We commend his pains, condemn his pride, allow his life, approve his learning.

Bey don't leave me bey, f***k that other nigga mjay and let me talk to you (I yucked my hand away and kept on walking)

[…] my little brothers and sisters who grew up to go crazy and take drugs and die in car accidents while I managed to not only stay alive but wear a suit every day. And for that reason when the station owners say jump I say how high.