Street Black Bio
My life is a mother-fucking gangster movie. I was born in Compton, California at Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Hospital. My mother was a gang-banger named Big Sugar from the Piru gang in Compton. My father’s name is Bay from Compton was a full-fledged player that loved bitches more than his son because I never seen his ass. I moved to Oakland, California at the age of 8 due to the fact that my mother killed somebody and had to give up her rights while she sat in Sybil Brand County Jail facing murder charges. My great grandmother got custody of us in Oakland, California in 1984. I was introduced to the city of dope firsthand. My uncles and aunties was on addicted to heroin and crack cocaine. My grandma was an alcoholic. My hustle went from cutting grass to pumping gas to more sophisticated ways like purse-snatching and burglary. By the age of 15, I had a son on the way and my mother had gotten out of prison and gotten into an abusive relationship. I turned to the streets and have been stuck in them. That’s where I get my nickname Street. I got two personalities, something like a mac and a gangster. That’s where y’all gonna hear my macking, on the Life and Times of a Jive Ass Nigga, JJ Evans, where my alter-ego JJ Evans think he the fly-est mother fucker since superman. He straight bay-influenced, he’s fun-loving, out-going, beautiful personality whereas Street, my new album, Real Nigga in the Drought Volume 1, where I am giving y’all straight raw footage of the streets. I’m not a rapper. Let’s get this shit straight. I’m not a rapper. I am street spitter who is trying to get a check to take care of his family. If y’all want reality, pure raw footage, pure raw lyrics out of East Oakland, California from a Funktown nigga, get at me. I spent most of my life in the system, so for all my niggas from jail, this is Tousant. For all my haters, keep droppin hella salt on me. Y’all making me very well-seasoned. For my parole officer, tell him to wrap his lips around this. Tell everybody who praying that I won’t make it, tell them God ain’t listenin. Download my shit. Tell your bitch to download my shit. Tell your bitch mama to download my shit. Tell your bitch grandmamma to download my shit. And tell your bitch granddaddy to download my shit. Oh yeah, tell your little sister to quit jacking off to my poster. Holla.
Much love to you jive ass turkeys from JJ Evans.
Fuck the industry, I’m in the street.