I really wish I didn’t the full story behind this issue. After I got off the phone with my homie I had to take a walk because I started spazzin from the disbelief. The Mobb’s music got me through the worse times. I was homeless swiggin daineys in the park at 2am playin that mobb shit through my lil bullshit mp3 player it looked like some jail shit. It was the soundtrack to all my heavy drug use, paranoia, and depression. Whenever I get homesick I still throw it on and remind myself of the fucked up surroundings back home. I be around all this weird ass fashion shit and sometimes I just need to be brought down to reality. One of my fav lines was “Sometimes I find myself wearing the same shit for days/Not Caring what they might think or say/ It’s that I don’t give a fuck in me, it’s stuck in me/ That’s how I advantage over yall niggas yall too pretty/ We too gritty”. Shit is real out here. The music was dark and borderline psychotic but sounded beautiful. Similar to NYC it’s just depressingly beautiful feel me. Hav and P taught me to be on point at all times keep your eyes on everybody around you 24/7 cuz somebody is always out to harm your physical no matter what environment. Everything I do is inspired by them down to how I dress and talk. I was the only out here in a hennessy jersey that didn’t have a supreme tag attached to it be clear let’s be not generic fam. The ASAP MOB name came directly from the most infamous cuz we be in all the NY clubs 30 deep wildin the fuck out. We don’t do that moshpit shit either last time I remember it was called slam dancin and we been doing that for eons don’t get it fucked up. I wen’t to their first show when P came home last year at the Best Buy theater and got kicked out for wildin out bent tryna fight. I think I stood outside the theater called my bitch up and started weeping on the phone. Ever since then I was like damn I gotta see them live before I leave this earth. I related to P so much cuz I came from the same shit lil shortie in the hood having to fend for self all the time. P is the uncrowned king of NYC (the other side of NYC you ain’t see in Jay-Z videos) to me. The mobb taught me it’s about who gets who first though. That was the realest shit ever. I’m just rambling on at this point. This just a heartfelt fan letter though I’m not even gonna bother proof reading. I wish them brothers can resolve their issues and not throw away 20 years of good music away on some bullshit. RIP Scarface Twin and Killa Black.