Its the same sh*t 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 fu*king get.
Q: Every story has you growing up in this very affluent, all-Jewish neighborhood.
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.
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 sh*t 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 fu*k 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 sh*t. Does that make you feel better? Does that make me more official all of a sudden?
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.
I dont know, thats why I never do it. Whats the point? Then its the flip side like, So what? You think because... I dont know man. For me, when it comes to ever, ever trying to explain myself or defend myself, I just let the music speak for itself. Thats all I want to be judged on anyway. My life is my life. Thats all that should matter.
Of course, its never going to be all that matters, because people in this generation especially, are obsessed with details of your life. I guess thats what it is. I always feel guilty that if I start really telling people past-time stories about what I actually used to do, and the fact that I didnt have a father, because he was in jail two separate times.
He did a two-year bid and a three-year bid, I was there when he got taken down. We had just gotten back from Memphis. sh*t like that. I feel weird saying that sh*t, because why am I telling you this? It doesnt have anything to do with my album, my music, who I am as a man. Im doing it so readers can be like, Aw man, fu*k. That makes it a little better. Cool.
Ive seen a lot man. Ive seen a lot of life, put it that way. Ive been with the most blessed kids in the world. Ive been with people whose life is right at the bottom of the barrel. I was on a TV show, I went to art school, I went to hood schools. Ive lived. Ive lived a full 24 years man.
its pop music. that shyt gets played on the same stations as flo-rida
