why the f*** would Oanye tour when he has a son coming in December? I have a choice between s*** with the FBI or Getting my f***ing IP leaked? and Trab is already on tour with the Weeknd. you guys are f***ed. And why would he tour at all right now? I'm not leaking s***. He has no f***ing new music to play it would make no sense to see him perform nowadays. leak my f***ing IP, I'm done Better be new music. Also, God how i havent missed ktt at all. stupid as f***. just got a big ol raise at work and making 125k a year is real nice and makes you realize how small and unimportant this site is. Peace out b****es

That's par for the course when it comes to Baby Keem talk on here actually

shouldve been carti.

holy s*** this album gunna hurt me so much F***KKKK IM NEVER DOING THIS AGAIN

Lol Keem ate this s*** bruh

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAH BLASSIC

that mf watermarked it the audacity

KANYE WEST IS F***ING BACK

I CANT CONTAIN MYSELF HOLYSHIT

YE X KEEM X 645AR

someone said this almost word for word itt

lmaoooooooooooooooo

????

SO HARD

im happy with these snips dont need much more

i really woke up this morning with no thought of a kanye album in my mind

squirt you need to stop capping bro

goated

Yet again, it was another late, sleepless night in Atlanta. The studio was packed, yet intimate all at the same time. Warm amber lights washed over exotic leather furniture, creating a dimly lit sonic oasis. A sweet aroma of weed smoke clouded the air, while vanilla scented candles were strategically placed around the room. The mood developed into a haze of relaxation. As engineers and producers methodically worked the mixing boards, Future and the rest of his entourage nodded along to a rough take of a track that would later be called "Diamonds Dancing." Many individuals in the studio danced along while producers ran the track back, but there stood Drake in a dark corner, dissecting every piece of "Diamonds Dancing" with surgical precision. The track stopped playing, and Drake stepped from the shadows. He didn't speak much, but when he did, people listened.

"I'm going back in the booth, play that outro back."

Puzzled, the engineer began playing the outro instrumental back, not questioning Drake's demands. The room fell quiet as people began to observe. As the outro began to play, Drake put on a pair of monitor headphones, rubbed his beard and began to take a drink of a dark, murky substance. Closing his eyes, Drake began to flow freely.

"You doin' me dirty, you know. How we let it get like this I don't know. But that * can't save your soul, nah." Producers and entourage members in the studio began to look around the room to see if others were witnessing what was happening. Drake continued crooning into the microphone, while the mood became even darker in the studio.

"Doing me dirty, you doing me dirty. Haven't even heard from you. How can you live with yourself? Haven't even heard from you. How can you live with yourself? Ungrateful, ungrateful." The Engineer looked over to Future with concern. The engineer whispered, "should we stop him?" Future then put up one finger, as to silence the engineer while shaking his head, not taking his eyes off of Drake.

"Your momma be ashamed of you. I haven't even heard from you, not a single word from you, Ungrateful. I'm too good for you, too good for you. You should go back to him, perfect match for you, unstable." Candles in the studio began to flicker and die out, one by one, as if a spirit swept throughout the room.

"Doing me dirty. You're making me nervous. I haven't even heard from you. You look drained, you look exhausted, girl them late nights ain't good for you. Really starting to show on you. Don't hit me up when it's good for you. Ungrateful." By now, everyone had stopped what they were doing, all attention was focused on the darkened silhouette in the recording booth. Finishing up his final thoughts, Drake hung up the headphones, took another sip of muddy water, and crept out of the recording booth.

As he came back into the studio, all eyes followed his every movement. Drake retreated back to his shadowed corner, where he leaned against the wall with his fingers interlocked and pressed against his lips, as if in deep thought. The silence of the room created an uneasy tension. The uneasiness built more and more, as studio members waited for him to speak. Finally, he broke the silence.

"Play it back."

Squirt Reynolds f*** you ya mama ya auntie and ya girl

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