Maria

“Jaseon, if you don’t get this ‘I Got The Bike, Holiday’ looking ass bitch away from me, she’s going to be laid up beside that nigga that I know for sure is dead in the back. Let’s fuckin’ go so we can go get my baby checked out. She’s burning up.”
― Nek Mills, Cuffed by a Certified Maniac

“But when we really delve into the reasons for why we can’t let something go, there are only two: an attachment to the past or a fear for the future.”
― Marie Kondo, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing

“We’ve been talking on the phone for a few days, and I gotta admit the shit was refreshing. One night I caught myself lying flat on the floor with my legs going up the wall, cheesing on the phone like I was in middle school. Shit had me feeling gay as fuck. So, I had to go out and shoot a nigga in the middle of the night to get my gangsta back.”
― Nek Mills, Cuffed by a Certified Maniac

“Bebe, what is your pussy made of?” I asked as I mugged her through my rearview mirror. “How in the fuck did you almost pull a nut out of me, and all I did was stick the head in? I don’t know what you think this is, but you’re not going back home to that nigga. I will buy you all new clothes and shit. Nah, you ain’t going back. You’re mine now, shorty. We go together real bad,” I reiterated, shaking my head.”
― Nek Mills, Cuffed by a Certified Maniac