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Selling Drugs

What happens in rap… 

You are the plug’s plug, flipping birds, moving chickens and making it shake. But, of course, you are so damn Dos Equis-man slick you manage to avoid the beat cops, local authorities, the IRS and the FBI; even though you have no job and ball harder than a ball player. You spend beaucoup money. You take lavish trips. You f#ck bad bishes who love you simply because you are stupid paid off selling controlled substances. You rule with an iron fist. Everybody wants to be you, but the haters can’t see you; Ray Charles. It’s the life.

Examples: Future – “Tony Montana,” Rick Ross – “Rich Off Cocaine,” Actually, any song by Rick Ross

What happens in real life…

You live life in fear of the police, Feds, rival drug dealers, snitches and anyone with a grudge against you. Then, more than likely, uh, you get caught and go to jail! No passing go. No collecting $200. You end up behind bars where your only luxury is eating suped-up Ramen noodles and playing Chess for pushups. You are told when to wake up, go to sleep and take a sh#t. Then you end up with another man raising your kids and porking your ol’ lady in the free world. Your sole consolation is using your Jergan’s laced palm to satisfy your earthly needs at night. Sounds fun, right? Stick to your day job.

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