So of course, Hampton University is the home of the Bad and Boujee, and the home of the, “I went to private school all my life, but let me flex like I know a lil something about the struggle.” No shade, or is it? Anywho, homecoming is no different. Actually, homecoming is even worse for those who already can’t stand us.
To the lady who pulled up in a floor-length mink my freshman homecoming and bought me a funnel cake to cut me in line, to Drew from Love & Hip Hop casually making an appearance because he all of a sudden wants to claim us.
With DJ Envy hosting our concert and PNB Rock performing I wonder who else is going to show up and flex. I’ve seen females with their hair natural, the Erykah Badu scarf bun, and the pre-twist for the curly fro all week so you know by Saturday the leave out will be blended, the scarves will disappear and with rain or without you will see ladies in heels all week.
Refund checks were saved, the work-study drops this Friday, and it’s the year of the Ogre so I can only imagine what’s next. Hampton’s flex is like none other.
To arguing under Instagram pictures about which fit about to be more fire, to shutting down the enterprise rent a car website, to selling tickets for the price of my electricity, we did not come to play with you this year!
So tell a friend to the tell a friend that the theme of homecoming this year is, “Stunting on my X BIH,” so if you aren’t coming to flex, you aren’t coming to Hampton.