The story of an individual with Money, Power, and respect struggling and trying to make it back safely into the arms of his beloved!

So you think you know what "Street life" is all about?

Over 50,000 views & described as a "real eye opener" & insightful on the life that young individuals live in the streets of London.

This book takes you in for a ride into the life of an individual trying to maintain the Money, Power, and respect that comes from living this life while struggling and going through obsticles trying to make it back home safely into the arms of his beloved!

It also helps explain, as well as show you, and takes you deep into the real life, the street life, where many have failed and died trying to stay alive while also staying focus and keeping a dream alive.



Every morning after I wake up and get dressed, with my whole attire NH logo imprinted, I thank God for having made me the way I am! As I set foot outside and enter inside something with grey guts with the outside matching my blue chucks. With my foot on top of something that cost me 28k, I drive off! Whilst driving through the neighbourhood slowly, with loud music playing and one hand on the steering wheel while the other hand conceals the tool, I smile with excitement seeing loads of people wearing my Neighbourhood clothing. With my windows rolled down, I can still see people clearly including those that constantly screw face and hate but hey, they know what awaits if they decide to creep! I hear things out here the same way I heard that some people were thinking of running up against my whip, but like always. Just know if I pull it, I’m going to use it regardless of the consequence! Driving through Harlesden, Kilburn and Neasden with my neck and wrist on Christmas lights, I park up on Chapter Road. After stepping outside the car and walking through the ends greeting the neighbourhood and lighting up the Mary Jane and letting the smoke levitate me higher, I witnessed people’s hatred through their eyes while they stare at my chains. I know a couple of people are hating because one of my chains is worth the same price of two ounces, but they know if they reach, someone is going to be laying lifeless on the pavement! I’m affiliated with real thugs and killers but trust nobody but my tool, which is why my circle is smaller than the Blood sign. I don’t swag on people, but fly Crip on people from my chucks to the NH logo, with a hoody over my head handling business in the hood. Anybody that has ever ridden shotgun in my whip and fly cripped with me, will tell you just how amazing the experience is especially if she is a female. You don’t just look like a bag of money, but you become a bag of money! Real people relate and salute me from shopkeepers, neighbours, dealers and criminals. You can go and ask them about me and you will hear what they say. You can ask my ex’s and they will all tell you that I’ve never missed a penalty inbetween the sheets! I have people that will ride out for me but you will never hear that because I ride for myself! A new threat, is nothing besides a new face for me and my tool so I advise my enemies and haters to think about the circumstances. Whilst they do this, you can catch me with a tropical Harrods cutie speeding by and fly crippin with my jewels on big bang effect!

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