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Honestly, I’m not going to lie. I was a good kid. I was observing more than I was talking. I really didn’t start being vocal until maybe the fifth grade. I would spend a lot of time with my mom and my grandma. Kids used to pick on me because I was quiet, I was an easy target. But I wasn’t quiet because I was scared. I was quiet because I didn’t want to fucking talk to them. One day I went home and I told my mom, ‘I think they’re picking on me.’ I wanted to get my mom’s permission to go back to school and go the fuck off on everybody. She gave me the green light and I went to school and I cussed that little bitch out. Ever since then, I was just talking my shit. (it) |
