#romangiovanni

Everything underneath this post, I did in a whole year after a shitty breakup while working a shit job to get my music career started, I had to every single fucking thing by myself nigga. Of course I had friends, good friends. Brothers. But they couldn’t do this shit for me, I did it for myself. I lost friends, I lost people I thought cared about me, when then they really didn’t or they was just on they own shit. And you know what, it’s okay fam. Everything is okay. I’m doing good and I’m doing better without you. Looking back at my first song, and listening to the quality going from Seriously up to War. It’s fucking crazy man, how much I improved. I MEAN you CAN ACTUALLY HEAR THAT SHIT BRUH. I was always fucking wondering, “is this mixed right?” Going back and forth on shit, googling like... A FUCKTON OF ARTICLES, YOUTUBE VIDEOS AND SHIT NIGGA. And like just really DOING EVERY FUCKING THING BY MY DAMN SELF. UGH... I had to KEEP FAITH. Keep improving. Watch, listen, learn every single thing I could ever possibly imagined. I remember thinking it was going to be hard as fuck... boring, too overly complicated. But it’s not, I took the time and energy to learn it and do it because it was something I loved and enjoyed doing. Like wtf, there’s absolutely no better satisfaction, not even fucking pussy can outbeat that shit. Not even sex, no head or pussy could ever beat surpassing and conquering and improving my nigga, to learn something you fucking love is great and insane in its OWN FUCKING WAY. And I did ALL THIS, ALL THAT, in one FUCKING year. I remember I was hungry, I was so fucking hungry for success, driven, and JUST STARVING FOR A DRIP, a DROP of Fucking success, a gain, a touch of spirit, of Hope. Praying day in and out, hoping to get something, learning from mistakes, learning from failure, learning by actually just going and FUCKING DOING IT. Like dude, I SHOULD DO A COLLABORATION witH NIKE BRUH. HELL, my name’s NICK, let’s fucking go fam, let’s go nigga. I DO THIS NIGGA, IM DOING THIS. IM DOING ALL THIS, I’M DOING THAT. I’M CALLING THE SHOTS BITCH, NO ONE CAN STOP ME. And god, I love God, and shit man... FUCK. Damn... fucking shit dude, I’m just so happy to just look back on all the shit I thought I couldn’t do and seeing myself actually doing it. And dream of the shit I wish I could do, and seeing myself actually DOING IT. To go that extra mile, and just say FUCK IT AND ACTUALLY DO IT. Like fuck my nigga... every damn night. I REMEMBER CRYING MY NIGGA, when MY SYSTEM32 ERROR WAS FUCKING UP ON NEW YEARS... AND YOU KNOW WHAT I DID FAM? I FIXED THAT SHIT MY FUCKING GODDAMM SELF. I AM ACTUALLY SMILING AND HAPPY WHILE TYPING THIS, I AM NOT THE ONE TO CRY OVER ANYTHING. BUT OVER THAT SHIT, I broke my Fucking KEYBOARD dude... I was crying, even my own mom didn’t even know what to do... most people would just pay for a new computer or just give up, but I SAID NO. I CAN’T AFFORD TO WAIT. I’M GOING TO FIX THIS. TONIGHT! CHALLENGE AFTER CHALLENGE, TIME AFTER TIME AGAIN, I ALWAYS KEPT WINNING, AND IT’S STAYING THAT WAY BECAUSE I DON’T GIVE UP. I CAN’T EVER GIVE UP. FUCK WHAT YOU HEARD. FUCK ALL THE LILS AND YUNG RAPPERS WHO DONT EVEN CARE BRUH. BE ORIGINAL, BE YOU. BE YOURSELF. YOU DON’T GOT TO BE A FUCKING BITCH ASS NIGGA DUDE. ROMAN GIOVANNI IS ALL ME NIGGA, I CREATED THAT FOR A MEANING, A PURPOSE, GOD HELPED ME CREATE THAT BRUH. NOBODY ELSE DID BUT GOD HIMSELF. DARK SOULS, I LOVE YOU. I WILL NEVER BECOME HOLLOW. I WILL NEVER GO HOLLOW. And bruh, just... fuck... I’m going to keep going. As my last day being 19, I hope I can look back at this post, at my best. At my goal. At my dreams.