I was born in Compton, California on November 19th. She was abused by my father up until I was 8. He went to jail for domestic violence so we moved.
I met Chris a few years ago, in 8th grade when we were 14. We ain't did shit but get in trouble since but that's my homie.
I was in a 3 year relationship with this girl, Aniya. She was cheating the first two years and faked a pregnancy the third so I would stay with her. As soon as I found out, she was dropped.
I met Maliah in the 9th grade. She was so beautiful to me. And the truth is, I always had a crush on her. I just never knew how to talk to her. She was special, not like another everyday hoe. I was hella happy when Mrs. Jones put me with her. I didn't think she would like a nigga like me, but I guess getting to know me opened her up.
Every time I saw her with August, I got a bad feeling. I felt like he took her loyalty, kindness and patience for advantage. If I knew what was going on behind closed doors, I would've been snatched that lil nigga up.
Right before my grandmother died, about a year ago, she told me her entire life story. Basically the same thing that happened to her happened to my mother and I. Her father father wasn't in her life, either. Her and my mother moved out of Compton because of the crime, drugs, and my father. Every since I've wondered why it took her so long to tell me about herself. And when I got closer to Maliah, I realized why........
*AUTHOR'S NOTE*
DON'T GO SPREADING THIS SHIT AROUND!!! IT'S A FUCKIN STORY. THIS IS NOT, I REPEAT IS NOT TYGA'S REAL LIFE STORY. IT IS MADE UP. (That is a real picture of Tyga, just not his real back story.)
Continue reading please😜
