Los Angeles, it was bigger than I imagined. Like a sea that never ends, full of palm trees and bad habits. I went solo. Didn't know a single soul. But im hip hop, so I went outside to sing and start flowin. And snap, I met a guy who kinda rapped. He said I know this class, this lady Leila, come play a track. So I went. And then I meet Smoov and Jelani. Smoov was too cool, but Jelani saw somethin and talked to me. He said ride wit me, but take off ur hat. This ain’t the midwest. We don’t play where we at. I said oh. He rolled up some smoke. Took me to meet Syke, Pac stories, mind was blown. Then we went to the lab. Smoov was there but he aint even threw me a glance. I heard he was the battle king, so I said battle me. Smiled. He looked confused. Like, this dude? U cant handle me, I spit a 32. I had just for that occasion. Look on his face changed then. From then on we were straight friends. Bad bitches, the comedy store. Tables full of seafood, orderin more. Take hoes to the hot tub,  shorties galore. This why I came to California,  every morning, record. We was livin fast, sniffin coke while we drink, put in the key in the back. Would I eat up a xan? Fall asleep eating, he just laughed. Try to breathe and relax. Like wit Daygo. That dude is case closed the funniest mufucker. I ever met. And when they’d go and start fighting id laughs so hard that I couldn’t breathe. Fish cooked just enough to be eaten. Whats the likelihood. That a hip hop kid from the midwest can get dropped in LA and right away find what’s good. Yea.