Letter to the "Good Girls"

This is a letter to my "good girls" and not my good girls. The "Good Girls" are quick to cast judgment on others. They call the girls around me sluts, gold diggers, Dru-P groupies, crazy and ugly. Ya'll keep the real good girls away from me, because they don't want a label for being around me.

I invite you "good girls" to be crazy, dance with your demons, walk in another persons shoes. Because the so called sluts, gold diggers, and groupies have my back. A lot of them would do anything for me, and just because they're seen with me doesn't mean that I'm messing with them. When's the last time a "Good Girl" has ever done anything for me?

It's easy to form a perception of people, when you're on the outside looking in. Ms. Holy Roller can talk about all of the sins other people are committing, how many lives have you saved? What the fuck have you done with your life?

I didn't wanna answer the phone once because I was down, and that night the girl who hit me up committed suicide. When I'm down "Good Girls" have never been there for me. Shout out to the crazy's because when shit hit's the fan ya'll are there for me and have my back. So when I'm up, ya'll coming with me..

And to the real good girls, I don't bite, I'm not my nephew. hahhaha.. But real talk, don't worry about other peoples perceptions of you so much. Have fun, and as long as you're hearts in it, nobody can touch you.

Dru-P