I was homeless when I met Jay Stretch . I had just moved home from San Diego..I was living the savage life for real. The stuff most of yall rap about...that was me daily. Nowhere to go..no food to eat...getting it however I lived. DJ Champ introduced me to him.. and we all put out my first tape Glory 2 God that was a few years ago. Stretch asked Champ where I was from..and Champ replied ...Man dude is out here for real, he dont even have a place to sleep at night.He didnt become my manager until maybe 3 years later. I say this from the bottom of my heart ..deep inside Im still the same person and its f^*k all yall for life. I smile and shake hands ..but low key you aint nothing but food on my plate. I come from zilch ..nada...nothing. My definition of morality is different than yours ...I can name the few people that helped me get my sh*t together..May the lord have mercy on them...everyone else can burn in hell when it really comes down to it. Klan. All that fake friendly rapper sh*t is something I could live without but I play the game.
Posted on: Sat, 28 Jun 2014 01:46:10 +0000
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