Soulja Boy on Defending Himself during Home Invasion lyrics

V: So you on top of the world. You're working with everybody, you're nominated for a Grammy. Second album got multiple Platinum singles. You on top of everything. And then the robbery happens.

S: Yep.

V: So, what happened previous to that robbery in terms of where you were? Cos it was like an album release party or something?

S: So basi- basically... tell me what you heard.

V: I heard you were at an album release party, you were at your house. And between three and six dudes with masks came in with AK-47s.

S: So basically, I bought this club in Atlanta called XCalibur.

V: You bought a club?

S: Yeah.

V: Okay

S: I own this club in Atlanta called Club XCalibur. I bought it. It was always the lit spot. All the rappers come, everybody always come. It was like, um, my album release party in my club. We chilling in the club. Some n*ggas follow me back to my crib. I got a double gate in my community at the time living in Atlanta, Georgia in a mansion. Double gates. n*ggas come through the gates.

V: Well... so you got a security gate and then a gate in front of your house?

S: Nah, I got a gate... you get to the gate, you go through that gate and then you gotta go through another gate.

V: Okay, so it ain't like a security gate with security guards and stuff like that.
S: Nah, I wasn't no- yeah, n*ggas- wasn't nobody at the gate.

V: Okay.

S: Wasn't nobody at the gate.

V: Okay.

S: It was two gates.

V: Okay, I gotchu.

S: But somebody live in the community that they knew that let them in.

V: Oh.

S: Nahmsayn?

V: So they get into the community.

S: Get into the community. I'm chilling in the studio. Me and Arab in the studio. JBar in the living room. My other partner, Killa SODMG, he in the living room.

V: Who I interviewed recently.

S: Nah. You interviewed Killa J.
V: Oh okay.

S: Killa was in the living room.

V: Different Killa. Alright.

S: So I'm sitting in the, um, there's four of us. Um, JBar went to take the trash out. He come back in "Soulja, I just seen some fans ride by the house while I was taking the trash out". I said "what the f*ck? Some fans?". Grab the pistol, go outside, look, I don't see sh*t, come back in the crib. I'm in the studio listening to some beats. All I hear is "BOOM!" real loud. Instantly stop the music. I just hear muhf*ckas run out here. I hear "doomroom" [?] "man, who the f*ck in... who the f*ck in this crib? Arab, pass me the pistol". Bam, I look through the door. I see like three, four n*ggas running through the crib. All black, mask on, running through the crib and sh*t. One n*gga run to the front door. I hop out, I start shooting "BOW BOW BOW BOW BOW" shot the n*gga. "BOW" shot his ass. "BOW BOW BOW BOW". All the n*ggas run out the door, they run out the door. This n*gga on the floor. Feel me? Walk up to this n*gga, take- take his mask off his head, looked at him, saw who it was, I'm like "damn!" Shot is ass again "BOW!" He screaming and sh*t "ahh, f*ck!" I shut the door.

V: When you took the mask off, you knew who it was?

S: I knew who it was.

V: Oh wow. So it was an inside job.

S: [shrugs]

V: But you knew who he was.

S: I knew who he was so I'm like "damn!" Shot his ass "BOW!" Go back in the studio, shut the door. All I hear is "doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom" somebody coming up the [?]. Open up the door again, I start shooting "BOW BOW". That's my n*gga. It's Killa. He like "man, pass me the gun!" I said "I ain't giving you sh*t, n*gga" f*ck that!" Bam, police pull up. That was the end.

V: These guys get shot up. The other guys run off?

S: Yep. They left.

V: They left the dude. They left their homie.
S: Mmhmm.

V: Police arrive. It's clearly self-defence. The guy's still on the floor?

S: Yep.

V: He's still alive?

S: Yep. Nah, nah, I don't wanna talk about all that.

V: Okay. So the police arrive. Were the police cool witchu or were y'all like...

S: It was good. Everything was good.

V: Okay. And it was self-defence. Hundred percent.

S: Self-defence. Self-defence.

V: So then they leave. The coroner comes in, I guess, and takes the dude away and, and, then they leave. How paranoid are you at this point?

S: When? Like, soon as this sh*t happened?

V: Afterwards.

S: I mean, I was just like, like "damn, that sh*t crazy" ya know what I'm sayin'? I was just like, ya feel me?

V: And you were getting threats?

S: Uh... yeah, I caught a sneak diss.

V: Sneak diss.

S: I was seeing a lotta sneak dissin'. "We gon' get you, n*gga!" Look at my movie. YouTu- uhh. Go on iTunes or go on whatever y'all got to watch movies, Netflix, whatever, search "Soulja Boy: The Movie". And this whole story is in the movie.

V: Okay. It's one of these situations that changes you forever. And, and at this point... didn't them dudes start making videos? Like with masks on and sh*t like that?

S: It's in the movie. Yep. The n*ggas that really made the videos though, all the vid- all the videos that was made with the masks, none of them was the true people. All of that was just joke parodies.

V: Oh

S: It wasn't real sh*t.

V: So somebody's just trying to capitalize off...

S: Yeah. The people that really got into it, that really did sh*t, they never made videos or said sh*t.