You can call it rags to riches, but I like to call it a boy becoming a man and believing in his dreams, goals and expectations. I kept pushing! When I said that the roaches were in the kitchen, I meant that! So now when I tell you the floors look like bowling balls, I mean that too. But I continued to keep my faith and hustle strong. I can't help but to think of all the obstacles I had to dodge and the times I was unsure. All the sacrifices you made for friends and loved ones you lost to the street life. All the nights that you prayed you could make it to see another day. Every experience, every up, down and close call. This body of work you see before you is just that. We call that being a boss where I'm from - a self made individual that refuses to let his environment dictate his or her outcome in life. I find it odd when people use a negative connotation like "trap music," when the message (lyrics) clearly states: make it out of your surroundings and be the best man and provider you can be. Either way it's the voice of the streets, and we all know that when the streets talk, we listen. Some call it poetry, others call it the ghetto gospel, but the industry calls it "trap music." Go figure. They say you have your whole life to make your first album, and they might be right.
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