Convenient how the books they ban are always the ones telling the truth. Period.

Y'all act surprised a Black woman did country. We been singing it. Cowboy Carter is the receipt. Period.

Mothers Day brunch booked back in March. Fathers Day they get a tie. Y'all call that equal?

Mmmm the chatbot can't say my name but somehow can't get fired either. The audacity

The audacity of that iPad spinning around asking me for 30%. Chile I poured my own coffee

Pastor pulled up in a Bentley talking about the Lord provided. The Lord ain't on Cash App, sir

Netflix raised the price, Hulu added ads, Disney want twenty for a princess. Y'all just reinvented cable.

Nine dollars for oat milk where Miss Betty braided hair thirty years. They sellin displacement. Period.

Insurance ain't a system, it's a coin flip you pay six hundred a month to play.

Bezos got a yacht for his yacht and they tellin me unemployment low. The audacity.

Spilled wine on your Chanel then left a Yelp review on my soul. Dry cleaning ain't a confessional.

So you mean to tell me Pete got infrastructure and we got a photo op at the laundromat.

Raising my voice in my own kitchen ain't a testimony. Calm down.

Not the purity conference speaker who end up sitting in that chair before the casket cold.

Convenient how ten days of mourning was exactly enough time to file that petition.

Ain't it funny how Miss Betty braided hair here thirty years and now it's downward dog.

99-cent candy held that corner for twenty years. Oat milk moved in and ain't said sorry.

Three years, same man, same story. I'm finna need immunity for what I know.

Not the curb prop and the low angle. Application denied before I finished scrolling.

'Not looking for anything serious.' Chile, then what you looking for, Marcus.