so aubrey didnt make anything off degrassi?
Every story has you growing up in this very affluent, all-Jewish neighborhood.
Everybody thinks I went to some private school and my family was rich. Maybe its my fault. Maybe I havent talked enough about it, but I didnt grow up happy.
I wasnt in a happy home. My mother was very sick. We were very poor, like broke.
Heres the thing, I grew up on Weston Road. Thats near the west end of the city. Its not the nicest area in the world. I grew up there. I moved to Forest Hill in the sixth grade. So I didnt grow up in Forest Hill. I grew up out there. My pictures are in the school, Im sure. You can go check it out. I went to Weston Collegiate for summer school. I wasnt always in Forest Hill.
My mother happens to be a Jewish woman. She wanted the best for her family. She found us a half of a house we could live in. The other people had the top half, we had the bottom half. I lived in the basement, my mom lived on the first floor. It was not big, it was not luxurious. It was what we could afford.
I went to school with kids that were flying private jets. This guy distributes Rolex in Canada, and this person owns Turtle car wax, and this person owns Roots clothing, and I went to school with kids who were very fortunate. I never fit in. I was never accepted.
From there, I switched to a school called Vaughan Road, which again, is not by any means the easiest school to go to. Its a tough school. I went to visit my dad in Memphis. Ive been around a lot of shyt in my life, and I just dont solicit those stories. Those are just my stories man.
My life is mine to remember. Right now, I feel like Im telling you this to prove something to you, and that bothers the fukk out of me. Why does it matter? Do I make music you enjoy? Fine. What does it matter where I came from?
Is it going to make you feel better to know that, Oh man, I used to hang out with Yo Gotti and his manager in Memphis, before his manager got locked up, and I almost got shot in Memphis on New Years Eve, because we used to play around with guns and shyt. Does that make you feel better? Does that make me more official all of a sudden?
Its the same shyt how I used to say everybody thinks I went to some private school and my family was rich. Maybe its my fault. Maybe I havent talked enough about it, but I didnt grow up happy. I wasnt in a happy home.
My mother was very sick. We were very poor, like broke. The only money I had coming in was off of Canadian TV, which isnt that much money when you break it down. A season of Canadian television is under a teachers salary, Ill tell you that much. Its definitely not something to go fukking get.
