"On my block in Harlem, it was everybody doing the same thing. There wasn't no money. So I went to the Bronx. You know, there's money everywhere, but I had to go where the weed wasn't. I started at 13, selling weed. Probably 15, it was base. And 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, it was weed. Massive, massive amounts of weed.

"It was one of the most stressful...shit is just—you gotta watch your back. You don't know who's upset, you don't know who wants to tell on you, you don't know who wants to kill you. I was never the type to wear ice, so people didn't really have a reason to envy me. Other than my clothes. But then music saved my life."