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yeah, take it back to like 2010, prepping that first show with the skeem, all our reps hanging on the line, just a dollar and a dream, started that year solo-dolo, ended that year with a team, started outside looking in, ended that year with our own scene, i was dealing' with some shit then, maybe someday i'll air it all out, think i only broke down once though, i don't really let my guard down, i ain't get a lot of z's back then, we were grindin' on a lot of fronts, i ain't where i wanna be yet, when i look back though, i gotta stunt, i was dean's list, i was workin' jobs, i was makin' music crazy, everything we did was for the dream man, that was way before the music paid me, that was way before these people knew me, that was way before they needed savin', i got no respect for entitlement, i got no time for the lazy, whatchu know about going door-to-door, tryna get your music out?, dead of winter, we were skippin' dinner, we were skippin' class tryna spread this shit word of mouth, you just see the doors that we open, no idea how it went down, don't nobody make it rapping out of our town, this shit, area 51, yeah we came up outta area 51, yeah we came up outta area five-one-seven, i consider it a blessin', all my people yellin', "we were made out in area 51", came up out the area, in-state but we road-trippin', got a couple out-of-town gigs, showcase in front of eight heads, half of 'em i came with, whole team packed in the windstar, they were sayin' all the right things, can't tell you how bad i needed that, shit was still just a pipe dream, kept my head on straight, they were the key to that, coulda quit in the heat of that, long drive home, short night sleep, up in the morn', stick shift through a foot of snow, givin' wrong answers to shit i shoulda known, straight to work, late to work, but the boss made it work, thank god, hop up in the van, wouldn't say a word, he would have a cd burned, he would play my new shit first, he would know my whole damn verse, he would cover for me when i had to go rehearse, that's my dog, signed out on my last day, went to try to make music my job, took it to the west coast, made thirteen songs, man, i blessed those, peepin' numbers, couldn't guess those, now my out-of-town shows out of state, out-of-town choes run away, don't know if i'd have found those if i'd have stayed, but take me back home to the condo, get me paid, back to, area 51, yeah we came up outta area 51, yeah we came up outta area five-one-seven, i consider it a blessin', all my people yellin', "we were made out in area 51", came up out the area