But when it come to stuntin’, shit, if I do that I’m just doing that to have fun. Aside from the music, you’ve got a pretty crazy history. Yeah, I got shot 12 times. It was a drive by. Our generation right now is fucked up cuz back then motherfuckers would rather be in the burbs than the hood. But now it’s like the motherfuckers that staying in 2-story, 3-story houses want to move to the hood. For what? People want to move to the hood just to say they “hood.” That’s another thing. But shit, if you from the ‘burbs, you good. What’s the point of moving to the hood for? You end up getting killed. What do you mean? Like white folks coming in and gentrifying neighborhoods and destroying all the low income housing? Naw, man. I’m talkin’ about niggas. People, period. The music’s so fucked up, a nigga can say something and right then a kid can go and kill somebody. Why would you want to move to the hood when you already in a good environment? Me, my momma got out the hood. She got tired of it. We moved out of Oakcliffe and my mom moved to Duncanville. When she moved there with all my brothers and me, we didn’t know how that shit was gonna be. Everybody was looking at us as different, cause we some different-ass niggas. We came into Duncanville High School just different. So now niggas trying to do shit we do just because. Like, we don’t try to play hard, some people do, but real gonna know real. Anyway, my daddy got killed on September 12th, 1999. It was a set up. He was riding with a female, he stopped at this corner store and the bitch ran in and came out with a nigga. Daddy didn’t want to go take him to get whatever he was looking for so he pulled out his pistol and started shooting. Then my daddy pulled his out. My Daddy put the car in reverse, then went in drive, and lost consciousness like 15 seconds in. So the man ran from the store all the way to the street, threw him out his car on the median and him and the other girl burned out and after that some people came and seen my daddy was outside and rushed him to the hospital. Then I got shot October 17th, 1999, a month later in a drive by. Really? How old were you? Like nine or ten years old? I was like 11. That’s why I say anything can happen to anyone. I got shot in Duncanville. There was the Wolves and Hollywood, that was the rivalry. Put it like this, for Duncanville those were the two hoods. That’s where the hood niggas was really moving to. I was staying in the Wolves for a little bit but after that my momma 26
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moved us to Hollywood and I didn’t know how it was gonna be over there. I didn’t know how niggas was gonna be looking at me, but eventually everything was cool. One day they had did a drive by, they rode through two times and the third time they shot. Everybody in the hood know the procedure so niggas dropped. I’m a lil nigga, so I’m runnin’. I’m trying to get away from the shit. So just by me running I took my bullets. Just by me not dropping I was the one that got hit by the most bullets. After that I got rushed to the emergency room. Why did that happen? Was it just a rivalry? Yeah, you know, in school, probably from one fight at a school caused all that. I just can’t say what really happened. It was some school shit like Bloods and Crips. That’s when gangbangin’ was really strong. They wasn’t aimin’ for me but you know the innocent always get hit. That was one month after your father was killed? Yeah, that was a month after. I thought I was gonna die like my old man. I went deaf and shit, I was bleeding thinking I was finna die. Not long after that you went into juvenile detention too, right? Didn’t you have some history of that as well? Yeah, that was like a little robbery. It wasn’t a robbery, but they put it as a robbery. It was like kids being normal kids. It started out from a fight, me and this one dude started fighting. After we started, I ain’t gonna even lie, I took off his shoes and was finna take him. I didn’t even want the shoes so I threw him his shoes back. After that shit, detectives and shit was coming up to my school recording a nigga, trying to get shit out of a nigga. Since I wasn’t telling them shit they kept coming back saying other people snitched on me. Since I didn’t snitch back on them they threw everything at me. Everybody was saying it was all me and just because I didn’t tell anything they just threw it on me. He said I took some money from him too. I gave his shoes back, and he said I took $8. It was some bullshit. How long were you in juvenile? A month. Shit, that month felt like some years to a nigga though. Just being a young ass nigga, that shit felt like forever. And then I had violated so I had to go back for not going to school. I was on probation and you gotta go to school when you’re on probation. I was skipping school and all that so after that a nigga was far back. I didn’t graduate. //
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