Growing up, the hood was not easy. Mother was on drugs, grandmoms and grandpops was selling crack and weed out the house. Shit, I sold weed when I was 8. Mom always got beat by her boyfriends, but it wasn't shit a nigga can really do. I was to young at the time. when I turned 13 a nigga was ready to take his own life unitl a older cat by the name of Nuy put me on with the crack game. But a lil nigga was always into music. I just didn't know how to get in. You have to know somone or have the paper to back that shit up. Skills is need, but skills come a dime a dozen. Never knew who my father was. No brothers or sisters so I had to be extra hard. I had to prove to a mufucka that I was the wrong nigga to fuck with. My mother tryed to be there but being a single mother to a boy didn't help me or her. I was always into my grandmother. Shes the rope of the family, But I never liked her husband, he's a grimmy nigga. I won't let a nigga throw a grain of rice at me over that nigga, but my grandmoms is another story. I already got shot cause some dumb nigga in the hood put ma grandmother's name in his mouth. He shot me , I shot his ass back. Now I got someone to live and die for, my son. I desided to bully my way up in this rap shit since they won't open the goddamn DOOR!!!!