What Drake & Kendrick Taught Me

As I reflect on the aftermath of what I just saw in the Super Bowl, I’m catching my breath literally from the laughter and figuratively from keeping up with the beginning of this beef to what it has peaked to now.

Drake fcked around and found out.

If we never had a more sure example of when someone gets a little bit too damn cocky, let their pride think for them, and discover that ass whuppins are Rated E for everybody — it’s Drake & Kendrick’s beef.

Drake & Kendrick taught me that not knowing when to pick your battles can lead to unprecedented consequences or what I like to say: writing checks your ass can’t cash — deserving or not.

That feeling that Drake is feeling at this moment is what we used to call back in the day “Burnt up.” And trust me, I’ve had my crispy days. It basically meant a deep feeling of shtty regret. But I can’t necessarily blame Drake. Not that I’ve ever been uberly powerful and famous, but I have my moments when I get a little too froggy and think I can take on the world.

Regardless of the ass I think I can kick, some things aren’t worth the battle scars. To put it eloquently, Drake & Kendrick taught me it’s ok sometimes to sit tf down and shut tf up. Be like JCole.