“mooooom, the other rappers won’t play with me”

Cry bitch, cry.

Look here rapper.

Quit bitching that nobody wants to be your friend. That nobody wants to say hi to you when they don’t know you. That people give you the funny eye when you’re somewhere you don’t belong (like say, backstage at show you have nothing to do with). How the fuck do you look at yourself in the mirror and not throw up, if all you do is predicate your existence on people hating on you, when they don’t know you from Adam? Grow a fucking set. Not everyone is going to like what you do, but adults don’t translate that into “on-sight” terms that only apply in a prison you’ve never been to.

Maybe if you didn’t lie about nearly every aspect of what and who you are, you would be easier to reach out to, and people would be willing to work with you without feeling like a small part of them died for associating with you. People have nothing to gain from keep you down, and you have nothing to gain from putting them down. Start acting like your age, not how you dress, and maybe shit will happen for you. You never know what could happen.