Your father was a cop? How did that work, did you live with him growing up in Gary?
Yeah, I did. It’s funny because I get this question a lot. My dad came up in Gary, he was a musician, too. He was a singer and I guess he did what he had to do to support himself and in the 80s when I was like two-years-old, he joined the police force. Anyway, it was some sh*t, I don’t know the specifics of it but some scandal happened in ’91 that forced him to resign from the department. So throughout the years he was always working super-duper overtime or out of a job, or looking for a job, just struggling for money. And I watched my mom struggle to take care of three kids plus my little cousin, and my dad, he knew a lot of the sh*t that I was doing in the streets but he didn’t stop me from doing it. My dad was a cop but he wasn’t no angel, know what I mean? A lot of cops in Gary ain’t, especially not for one of the lowest salaries in the country, so you can imagine the corruption that goes on.
So, I would see how fu*ked up my dad was with money; blowing money and tricking off on sh*t with his other bi*ches, so when I needed something where else was I gonna turn? I was going to school seeing other kids with new Jordans but my mom, this check she had to pay for this, or this check she had to pay for that. My mom made sure I had a roof over my head but that was it. Beyond that, I had to take it upon myself to be independent. That was the way she always raised me and that is the way she always wanted me to be. I always had an independent mindset, I never asked nobody for nothing, even coming up rapping. I seen a lot of n*ggas around me that rap who took money from big dope boys in our city to jumpstart they rap career, pay for their studio time and all that. But me, I was always like, “Nah, man. I’ll sell my own sack, work off my own pack.” I’m not about to let you give me a pack and now I owe you. I’ll pay for my own studio time, press my own CD’s. I will always have that [independent streak] in me.
You were in the Army at one point, correct? How did you end up enlisting?
First off, I didn’t want to go. I caught a theft charge around the same time my [first] gun charge was still pending and the lawyer I was messing with at the time knew this Army recruiter. So they talked to the judge and the judge granted me this thing called “pre-trial diversion” and what that is, is they make your a*s go to boot camp and upon the completion of Army boot camp, your charges are pretty much lifted and you are on probation. So I went to boot camp and it was one of the worst and most grueling experiences I ever went through, but I finished it near the top of the class but that was not what I wanted for my life. No disrespect to anyone who does that for their career but I didn’t believe in all the stuff that the military was about, nor did I believe in what the administration was doing at that time. I did not want to be a part of that George Bush military and so, I did what I did, didn’t take the Army sh*t seriously. I still was on my street sh*t and what not, smoking weed and got kicked out. Dishonorable discharge.
Miss me with that didnt have a choice. Nikkas who choose to be street nikkas overwhelmingly do it because the lifestyle. Money, cars, clothes, and hoes. The same lifestyle that would entice somebody who isnt from the hood.
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