This is a great approach imo. He shouldn’t even acknowledge the clout chaser’s existence anymore.
The beef was the greatest thing to happen to Kendrick. He used it to shamelessly catapult himself to his career peak.
But karma won’t be nice to him for taking this approach.
This bro aligned himself with Drake sxn so bad. It's so sad
Roy Woods Album Sales
Proved my point in less than a minute. Congrats on the new record!
crying
https://twitter.com/ryannice/status/1872454309251830163Roy Woods album sales got me the most lmao
idk man, Kenny & Drake stan’s are more alike than y’all think
I would agree if the boogey Man thing wasn't so true. People are allowed to gloat after their team wins the championship
I would agree if the boogey Man thing wasn't so true. People are allowed to gloat after their team wins the championship
Calling drake papi is objectively true, where as calling kendrick the boogeyman is just blatant shameless glazing
I would agree if the boogey Man thing wasn't so true. People are allowed to gloat after their team wins the championship
That’s cool but I’m not calling another grown man boogeyman either, it just sounds goofy lol
Calling drake papi is objectively true, where as calling kendrick the boogeyman is just blatant shameless glazing
Reverse that and then we're in business
I would agree if the boogey Man thing wasn't so true. People are allowed to gloat after their team wins the championship
In what world is he the boogeyman if Drake wasn’t scared at all to drop 4 tracks against him lol
That nickname is some Reddit s***
Reverse that and then we're in business
Drake is quite literally a father, kendrick is a man of boogers?
Calling drake papi is objectively true, where as calling kendrick the boogeyman is just blatant shameless glazing
why is it objectively true?
I would agree if the boogey Man thing wasn't so true. People are allowed to gloat after their team wins the championship
Oh brother
Kendrick fans are the new Eminem fans
My top 5 rappers is
Kung fu kenny
Kendrick lamar
The boogeyman
Corn row kenny
And k dot
@OP: “He’s crashing out, he can’t let the beef go, just accept the L and move on”
@OP: “Oooooo he’s scared of the boogeyman! 😂 No round 2s!! He’s a streamer now! 😂😂”
Most insufferable cult in music
Felt a jolt in my bed this morning, a sort of in between state of sleep and wakefulness.
In my hypnagogia, this absolutely bizarre Latin phrase kept echoing, endlessly looping, in what sounded like the air around me. It was as if some vinyl record was played in reverse, or maybe stuck on the end groove, and trying to tell me something. Couldn't make it out though, the damn thing.
I can wiggle my toes now, I'm not in sleep paralysis it seems. Yet I still hear it. A little clearer now, I must admit.
Over by the window it's coming from. I don't open my eyes yet because I f***ing hate the sun. But that's for sure where the source is.
I could be up and about, making coffee, doing a line, amphetamines, the gambit. And yet here I am, just sitting here like an armadillo too stupid to cross the road and pummeled by a suburban.
God DAMMIT, what in the f*** is that?
Loi Uubus Andum Sdei???
My c*** wife is calling for me now, I should have been up and writing an hour ago. It'd be a miracle if she made the damn coffee for me, and the way I actually like it.
Oh that's.. That's not Latin at all, is it?
God dammit the typewriter is screeching at the f***ing window. The muses don't have time for it, all 9 of them. Oh, that's it! It's in Greek, then?
I don't know what Greek sounds like.
My eyes are open now. The wife tripped over a coat hanger and the coffee's every-fucking where. Not black like I asked for, I can already tell without looking down at the floor. She knows I hate cream. She hates when I type.
How in the god-damned f*** can I still hear it if I'm awake?
Roy Woods Album Sales?
Is that supposed to be some f***ing anagram? Gematria? Do I give a single fairy's c***-hair until I've had my coffee Black, no sugar?
The window is open, looks like someone shattered it while I was asleep. The curtains are doing a coke-fueled aerial silk dance routine, listening to the heavy winds. At 8:51 AM no less!
My wife can be such a crybaby. She still hasn't moved since dropping the tray. Catatonic. She hates therapy but won't leave me. I don't understand it, so I write about it. She knows well and good she's nothing but a cold syrup I gently dip into the back funnel of my Royal Quiet De Luxe. I know this because she's told me this to my face. She seems to enjoy it. Nothing makes sense. Who the f*** is Roy Woods?
Feel like we some of the few on here that don’t stan war
I like Drake & Kendrick but what we doing here lol
Felt a jolt in my bed this morning, a sort of in between state of sleep and wakefulness.
In my hypnagogia, this absolutely bizarre Latin phrase kept echoing, endlessly looping, in what sounded like the air around me. It was as if some vinyl record was played in reverse, or maybe stuck on the end groove, and trying to tell me something. Couldn't make it out though, the damn thing.
I can wiggle my toes now, I'm not in sleep paralysis it seems. Yet I still hear it. A little clearer now, I must admit.
Over by the window it's coming from. I don't open my eyes yet because I f***ing hate the sun. But that's for sure where the source is.
I could be up and about, making coffee, doing a line, amphetamines, the gambit. And yet here I am, just sitting here like an armadillo too stupid to cross the road and pummeled by a suburban.
God DAMMIT, what in the f*** is that?
Loi Uubus Andum Sdei???
My c*** wife is calling for me now, I should have been up and writing an hour ago. It'd be a miracle if she made the damn coffee for me, and the way I actually like it.
Oh that's.. That's not Latin at all, is it?
God dammit the typewriter is screeching at the f***ing window. The muses don't have time for it, all 9 of them. Oh, that's it! It's in Greek, then?
I don't know what Greek sounds like.
My eyes are open now. The wife tripped over a coat hanger and the coffee's every-fucking where. Not black like I asked for, I can already tell without looking down at the floor. She knows I hate cream. She hates when I type.
How in the god-damned f*** can I still hear it if I'm awake?
Roy Woods Album Sales?
Is that supposed to be some f***ing anagram? Gematria? Do I give a single fairy's c***-hair until I've had my coffee Black, no sugar?
The window is open, looks like someone shattered it while I was asleep. The curtains are doing a coke-fueled aerial silk dance routine, listening to the heavy winds. At 8:51 AM no less!
My wife can be such a crybaby. She still hasn't moved since dropping the tray. Catatonic. She hates therapy but won't leave me. I don't understand it, so I write about it. She knows well and good she's nothing but a cold syrup I gently dip into the back funnel of my Royal Quiet De Luxe. I know this because she's told me this to my face. She seems to enjoy it. Nothing makes sense. Who the f*** is Roy Woods?
Not reading all that fr