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.


1. Real Is Back

I’ve been hustling hard for the past couple of months whilst haters and lazy individuals continue to talk shit. If you want the truth quicker, without a lie detector test, then you’d better believe me when I tell you that neighbourhood guys are realer than most about it! I still keep the same attire attached to me like Teflon, whilst the leather gloves sagging from my left pocket still continue to cause frights and injuries to haters and people that want to test me. In addition to this, my money is still playing the role of an extended clip in my hand as I make it grow through business deals. There isn’t anything new out here in these streets, there is just more blue lights and snitches lurking around like street signs, trying to lock up fools with their shoe laces untied. With the increase in the sound of sirens and new white faces of individuals looking more bumy than usual, I remain strapped with my time on W.A.T.C.H! (Win, Achieve, Take, Control, Hustle) There really is no break time out here in these streets because if you’re still seeing the same individuals that were grinding and trapping in 09 still lurking on the strip, then best believe he didn’t take his grind serious. A lot of my friends are behind bars and riding a bird thanks to a fed operation, which is why I have to keep my head up and hustle for them. Whilst they are inside, I’m out here behind the nosebleed roads getting introduced to some white friends that keep coming back inside a bag that looks like the queens face. With that being said, a couple fools still continue to think I’m not real and I talk shit, which is cool, but I bet they would be stuttering if they saw me in the flesh with the leather gloves on! Loads of people continue to ask me what’s up with the leather gloves and what weapon I carry with me. The answer to this is simple, me hurting you should never be a doubt when I put my hands on you because from house invasions, robberies, assault, narcotics and weapons, I’ve done that! I’ve switched hustles more times than you haters have jumped from dick to dick and whoever said crime doesn’t pay, was fucking with you. Evidently crime does and will always pay if you relate it and link it to the government and society. This street life is a fool’s paradise that presents him with money, power and respect, as well as nightmares and a migraine. These nightmares and migraine’s begin to stick to your brain like leeches and will start to hurt more than the scars and betrayals you encounter, which is why I ride alone like the guy in this street life cover. I keep everything on mute out here in these streets, whilst my stripes and respect earned allows me to give orders that will definitely get you hurt. I’m in a lane of my own which is why you don’t see me playing the role of Casanova to these Nicki’s, acting like Rapunzel and continue to give you guy’s real honest stories taken out from my book of sins every time.


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