Aubrey vs Meek Mill?

I’m pretty sure this beef is over the fact that Nicki Minaj gave up the goodies to Aubrey after he completely “simped” on the first verse of “Miss Me.” Remember?

I love Nicki Minaj
I told her I’d admit it
I hope one day we get married just to say we f—ing did it
And girl I’m f—ing serious I’m with it if you with it
Cause your verses turn me on and your pants are mighty fitted
Uh, damn, I think you caught me in a moment

Meek Mill decided to spawn off the fact that Aubrey uses ghostwriters, or has a ghostwriter. His series of tweets last night formed me to ponder some thoughts on Twitter because Facebook will find out about this 10 days from now. Personally, I find it funny that people are taking sides here and defending Aubrey and Meek Mill  like both of them are gonna show gratitude towards them for doing so. The crazy thing about the ghostwriter allegation is that they did songs together earlier. I hate to be the person to say this, but just because Meek yells in his raps doesn’t mean that maybe he could be… you know… wrong.

Now, now. I’m not picking sides to this. I do think Aubrey is a far better artist than Meek. Clearly, that’s never been in doubt. Plus, I quote Aubrey all the time and #DraftDay is possibly up there as one of my favorite songs of all-time. It does beg the question: Should we care that Aubrey got accused of this?

I’m confused on the spectrum to why Meek Mill chose a Tuesday in July to decide to tweet about Aubrey Graham. Was it because his Album dropped a couple of weeks ago, and the sales weren’t great? Was it because Aubrey didn’t tweet out the album? Was it because Nicki had beef earlier in the day with Taylor Swift on Twitter over the VMAs?

These are life’s unsolved mysteries. Maybe he (Aubrey) will actually respond to this quickly instead of waiting 2 months to finally come back and say something witty in a song titled 3 AM in Philly, which would make people like me say that he didn’t really write the verse because trolling is so fun.

Whatever happens at the end of this to the people who actually care, the entertainment is amazing. Please, keep it going.

Tis the SZN as told by Jake

In June of 2013, Jake and I wrote the prosper season blog while it was 2 am, and just hanging out, doing hoodrat things. The idea came because both of us were prospering, and I couldn’t stop saying the word, “Prosper.”  So both of us figured that we should create something not just for us, but for the people. In the words of Jalen Rose:

But people have asked me if the season or SZN is dead. Is it dead? No, It’s not dead. In fact, it’s taking on a new life. The homie, and my brother (Not blood brothers but close enough) Jake decided to chop it up and tell everyone what Prosper Season is.

sherman prosper season

Prosper season can be whatever you want it to be—an entity, an idea, something tactile or something you shake your head about, but it is not dead. You see, when @kingshaundiz and I laid the foundation for prosper season originally over a year ago, we found ourselves at the zenith of (what we thought was) prosperity because we thought we’d successfully put the females we adored on the pedestals they so gratefully deserved. Unfortunately, therein lies the crux of our problem: we built prosper season one-dimensional, its sole purpose to reflect how happy we were with our situations regarding the aforementioned significant others. Yet we are—and ultimately always will be—hopeless romantics at heart. In the end, nice guys never finish first. Ever.

After many back-and-forth debates on whether we should eliminate #SZN altogether or somehow resurrect it had us questioning if the framework we’d ultimately created could last.

With time to digest all that had transpired and a fresh perspective, we realized of course it can.

Because we used philandering to build this façade for prosper season that jaded the purest sense of its meaning. Any personal success, small or large, is merely the metaphorical tip of the ice burg that is prosperity; the mass beneath the surface is the genuine happiness that stems from the bottom of your gut and works its way up through your lungs and your heart and out to the tips of your extremities, the genuine happiness that makes you feel like a million bucks if for no other reason than it’s a random Tuesday afternoon and you can’t believe you’ve been given another chance to go chase those dreams that suddenly seem attainable because you were capable of doing so all along.

With all the madness in the world—racism, terrorism, violence, lying, cheating, etc—we created prosper season, not to annoy anyone, not to incite sighs or eye-rolling, and certainly not to perpetuate the “hook up” or “yolo” or “only god can judge me” culture that has tried—but not succeeded—to victimize perhaps the few good men there are left, but to invite people to join a movement that preaches something people can believe in. Live in this moment with us, Tomorrow isn’t promised today. You will not get a finer opportunity than right now to be great.

Go live. Go love. Go laugh.

Family over everything.

Yours Truly,

J