Thread by @Prolotario1

This store is in New Orleans Calliope Projects. This is where I used to do my dirt. I got shot at here and a bullet brushed my lower calf but still left a wound/scar. I was attempting to sale my 1st bag. My grandmother lived here. My cousins as well.

I sold weed. Ecstasy. And tried to move up the ladder to other things. My friend Carl Williams (RIP) was killed around here last I heard. Not sure it was this specific location. But it was definitely in the Calliope P. I grew up in the raw, rough, and rugged side of life. But I made it out.

So ofcourse as you all know my blunt style of writing comes from facing the worst things growing up here. My brother still doing time in federal. My other friend ain't never getting out. My father never wanted me hanging around my brother. Due to his lifestyle choice to run the streets.

What I did was to get by while in school. Never intended to make a career out of it. I just wanted some lunch money in my pocket. I always gave my homies money. Some of them Niggas was wearing my outfits before I even put them on myself.

And I was still betrayed by one of them. But I seen it coming. I just cut him off without any drama. I remember my father told me that my brother had 900 people on file working for him in multiple states. So he was moving some real weight.

Me, I was just moving from job to job once I got out of high school. I was all over New Orleans. Holly Grove was my favorite spot. Which is where rapper Lil Wayne is from. But I only met him when I was going to Fannie C. Williams middle school on Bullard right across from East Over where Birdman from "Cash Money" used to stay.

That's where I tried to perform my 1st freestyle in front of them. They was laughing at my shit and told me to keep writing. And I did for a short while. Some of you already seen my old rap lyrics. Anyway I just wanted to give you all a brief glimpse into who I am.

So please do not presume some vanilla wafers on the internet is going to talk tough and scare anything over here because they assume I was raised like Carlton Banks or Eddie Winslow because I know how to write.

Look up my old address. 14600 Beekman Rd. Off Morrison. It's currently the deadliest place in New Orleans East and people barely live there. It was worse before Hurricane Katrina. Think about that.

People if you want to know the reason I was shot at. All you have to do is watch this short clip from the wire. It explains everything without me saying anything. Just picture me as Bodie in this situation. 🤣

14600 Beekman Rd. Old address.

You all know I still have my old ID to prove this right?

I grew up learning the streets early. I broke into stores. Stole bikes. Kicked over trash cans. Threw eggs at people's houses. Did pit bull fights. Dice Games.

But this was lightweight compared to what my friends were doing. This is why my father moved us from Bass St to Beekman Rd. Which is the house below. Especially after my neighbor saw me at the Pool Hall at 11pm at 9 years old. That's when my father knew it was time to move.

Anything you can think of the hood I was doing. You do not want to fund yourself in this part of New Orleans today. It's not nice back there.

I posted this because you have people with the wrong idea about who they think I am.

I am not a journalist.

I am not a reporter.

I am not a social media influencer.

I am just a N*gga good at talking shit.

And back it up the same way I had to do on the corner. This tough guy act is only performed on the computer for most people in "The Flynn Network". The same people who would lock their car door if I walked past it. So please ignore these people. They do not have nothing for us. Nothing but hot air.