Now what the hell is you lookin’ for?
Can’t a young man get money anymore?
Let my pants sag down to the floor
Really do it matter as long as I score?
—Mase, Lookin’ at me
In all the posts on my blog, no lyric matches better than this one. It’s absolutely perfect for how I felt when writing Instagram. Not surprising as it comes from the greatest anti-hater song ever written and one of the best rap songs ever written. It makes me wish that Mase had waited a little longer before becoming a pastor.
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