The Truth: How Basic Bitches Kill Dreams And Ruin Lives

I love everyone, except basic bitches.  

WHY is that? Because man, all my life I’ve had to fight. Fight against basic bitches. They make life hard for those who want to do something with their lives.

You can always leave it up to a basic b*tch to shoot down whatever positive, motivational, non-basic thing someone wants to do. A basic b*tch is known for telling you to be basic.  Like telling a sophisticated barbie chick, that she’s materialistic cause she likes Chanel and Loubutins.  Meanwhile, basic b*tch will be walking around in ugly azz Ugg boots, trying to get you to spend $55 bucks, on some basic, cheap azz, polyester bag, that she’s selling on her basic azz website.  Basic b*tches are annoying AF, and super judgmental.

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Basic b*tches talk so badly about go getters. They are the world’s biggest dream killers. Always telling someone what they can’t do, and trying to drag you into being as simple, basic, and plain as possible.  These bi*tches actually leave the house in a t-shirt, and leggings on a daily basis.  They own more sandals than they do high heel shoes. Men don’t gawk at them at all. They all blend in and swear that makes them a more valuable woman.

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Don’t let them walk in the PINK store to buy an outfit or get them a lil Michael Kors purse. Ohhhh, she thinks she’s stunting hard.

Basic b*tches were the girls in high school would tease you if they learned that you had any kind of sex that wasn’t missionary position in a comfy bed.

Half the time a basic b*tch will even brag that she doesn’t give blowjobs. Basic b*tches take mad pride in being a basic azz mate. They convince you to sexually repress yourself and stop exploring.  Yet, let the cable guy tell a basic b*tch that she’s cute. Hubby will be off to work, working hard to provide and there she goes on the living room couch, with her sexually repressed azz, getting her back blown out by the cable guy, with dirty hands, or polishing off her male co-worker in the bathroom at the job, all because he called her cute. 👀  That’s all it takes to impress her. 

Basic bishes love attention that comes with $0 and no progression.   She’s more turned on by other men, than she is by her own husband. Cause her basic azz brain, married a man she wasn’t all that attracted to in the first place.  So she treats him like a basic dude. But thinks the cable guy is hot sh*t. 🤣 Basic B*tches are dumb AF!

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Basic b*tches hate actual pretty women with a passion. They can’t stand to see your pretty azz walking through the door. Her shoulders slump, and she starts talking under her breath, hating and throwing shade upon sight of you.  Then you walk up saying hello to her dusty, simple, hating azz, just so you can watch her sour face turn into a fake smile.  

I can’t tell you how often men are walking with me and see a chick who gets a sour face upon sight of me.  B*tch be so sour she can’t even hide it. We laugh so hard.  Face be like, “How dare this bish look this good? How dare this bish wear that outfit. Who does she think she is to parade around, not blending in.”

And of course I sashay!

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Meanwhile when us lights see each other we smile at each other like “Hey Girl!

Basic b*tches also hate nerds. They despise nerds.   That’s the other level of basic though. Those are the people who were popular in high school, all fashionably dressed alike, and all set at the lunch table together.  They too grew up to be basic af, living highly basic lives. Even the most promising ones. It’s quite interesting.

In high school I dressed like the cool kids, cause I’m one for fashion, fabulosity, fun and looking good too.  Yet, I sat with the weirdos at lunch, cause lets face it; they were real humans to me.  I felt a closer connection to them and they read books, like me.  The cool kids would always ask why I hung with the “losers.” The “losers” just so happened to be smart AF, could actually hold an articulate conversation and type at least 35 wpm. We didn’t spend time gossiping about people, nor did we smoke our lives away. We talked about things, love ideas and joined the damn debate team.

As an adult I continued to walk a fine line between the cool kid world and the geek world. But the truth is team basic got a hold of me and I conformed a little, to make money. I had an opinion, then I didn’t have an opinion, and maybe I was about to settle for a decent life, where I simply dumbed myself down in order to get along with others.  I remember back when I publicly admitted my brilliant ideas, team basic would come trying to tear me down. I even started to believe that I was LUCKY to make 6 figures. 

Lucky cause their basic azzes surely don’t make no where near it.

I let team basic rock me to sleep. Then I woke up, and stepped my 7-figure game up. Now I am surrounded by Team Takeover the F*CKING world. I have to say f*cking cause they go hard with personality and grit. It’s won’t stop, don’t stop. I attract the most brilliant people in the world. It’s so fun to finally meet your soul family and feel at home again. To hold conversations and just be able to talk, and be normal, instead of saying things like “no, don’t say this or that. Such and such will be offended. You know you gotta let people stay dumb,” or dealing with people who you can only show them one part of your personality, and blah, blah, blah. Your soul family gives you so much love and allows you to be more of love.

Now, I even get to see the brilliance of my own conversation and see how talking to me is like getting access to your own personal computer that will tell you exactly how to manifest your dream life. At least that’s the way my soulmate client Iesha describes me.

 

Team basic would’ve never allowed me to see my true value. Let alone value the life changing information that I’ve acquired. Ohhhhh, and don’t let Team Basic know that you charge for your information. Ohhhhhh they want to scream to high heaven about how wrong you are for charging for your gifts and time.  Team Basic is quick to tell you to humble yourself and be poor. Team basic stays thinking they are fancy, meanwhile have basic azz beliefs and thoughts like the rest of society.   They stay settling for less and believe you should too.   Oh and don’t let Team Basic see you hanging with new people who are thought provoking. They will talk bad about them and try to dissuade you from being friends with them. 

When I get new clients, often-times they are afraid to tell me their dreams. They think their dreams sound crazy. Because team basic told them that trying to build a 7 Figure business that serves thousands of people was insane.  Team basic will have you thinking you’re crazy and have you ignoring the urges of your soul. 

While I awakened, cause God told me that it was time, just think about how many souls went to sleep on their dreams cause team basic b*tch teased them for trying to be and do more.  How dare you think you’re going to fly to the moon and be an astronaut, or become the hottest chick in the game. 

You gotta stay away from basic b*tches. They aren’t good for anyone. Especially not men, a basic b*tch will tell a man she will accept a $25 engagement ring, cause money isn’t everything, even though he has on a $200 pair of Air Jordans.  He’ll think that’s so sweet, but her no-value having azz will slow down the progression of his kingdom, and have him living a basic azz life.  Nothing propels a man like wanting to provide something for his woman. MAGIC happens when he has this desire. It’s why God created woman.  Most men who marry basic b*tches end up living in mediocrity, while thinking they are living the good life.

A brilliant man can’t mastermind with a basic b*tch because the b*tch doesn’t have any good, prosperous, ideas. She barely understands him. She doesn’t even come up with ideas to motivate him and keep him excited about the journey.  She’s more of a headache and energy leech, than she is a muse. 

 

Other times a basic b*tch will ruin a good man’s plans cause all she cares about is partying, getting high all the time, and doing the same basic sh*t that she sees everyone else do.  Her best turn up is in Miami, on a tight budget,  while the rest of us are like “Dude, take me to a private island.” Or she thinks having a passport is life, but she can’t speak life into anyone.

Basic b*tches don’t appreciate anything good. And they are definitely not about to lock themselves in the house to read books and sh*t.  Oh and don’t talk bad about basic b*tches, cause even though they hate on you, and try to kill your dreams,  it’s you who is the bad person. 

The world would seriously end, and not much would be created if we ever let basic b*tches be in charge. Thank God for Goddesses. They inspire the world. 

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