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I was born March 11th, 1987 as the son of Mae and Ricky Judge. The youngest of three sisters and one brother, I grew up in Mill Branch/ Pamplico, South Carolina. I fell in love with music as a young child, and my Mother put me on the youth choir in church. Growing up I was very shy; never was the type of child to be attracted to big crowds. I kept to myself and stayed surrounded by family. I started singing, which sounded pretty good I will add. It was something that I picked up from my Mother and sisters. My Mother is a true gospel singer at best. After while, I started taking singing seriously. I used to lead songs on the choir, just to keep up with my sisters. I was around the ages 10 or 11 at that time, and I thought that I sounded like the R&B singer named Slim from the group 112. In middle school, they showcased a lot of talent shows. I used to watch people perform in them, wanting to perform myself but always backing out at the last minute. In 7th grade, my cousins and I that were in Mill Branch used to play around with rapping. My first rhyme was "corn on the cob, grease in the plate, get out my way before I be late for my first date/ ran into a gate, jumped over it and landed on a crate/ran into a door and landed on a floor." And from there it was the beginning of the greatness that you hear now. That was also the beginning of the Mac Mill group. 8th grade was when I started to take rapping seriously because it came so easy to me. By 9th grade, people was breaking up into groups of rappers. When I got to high school, I was a freshman going against upper classmen. The freshman group I was apart of was called Freshmen Entertainment. The groups in school would always battle each other, and it would always draw a crowd. I wasn't really into battling, I just liked putting words together. But me being the person I am, people always told me that I was a good rapper, and that I should prove to others that I can. The majority of my freshman year, a lost a lot of rap battles. From my sophmore year up to my senior year, my younger brothers (that's what I called my best friends) came into school. By then we started to establish ourselves as the group we are now. A lot of people didn't like us, and they could never give any reason as to why they disliked us so much. The main reason I thought we were disliked was because I always told my brothers that you don't always have to follow the crowd; just be yourself. A lot of people where I'm from can't accept the fact that people should do what's right for them and go against what everyone else is doing. My brothers and I, the Mac Mill, went through a lot of group names before we decided on Mac Mill. We began making mix tapes, and around that time was when I discovered that I could make songs. I was the only one who was freestyling, while my brothers had began to write their lyrics. I would work on my freestyles as if it was a job that I was applying for. Sometimes while I sat in class, rode in a car; whether I had free time or not, I was always thinking of rhymes. But being in the situation that I was in, a lot of people would shun my group's talent. By the time I got to college, people would hear me rap and tell me how talented I was. I became very shocked by people's comments towards my rapping. In my freshman year, I didn't do talent shows, but in the plaza they would have big freestyle groups that would attract a lot of people. There was this one talent show that came up, and there was two guys rapping. When they went up there the mics were messed up, but they still tried even though they got booed. That's when I had an epiphany: I could help these two men rap better. The next day I saw one of the guys from the talent show, and little did I know that he would be close to me like a brother. His name is Erostho Wilder. He would then be my first producer and be the first one to ever put me in front of a studio mic. So instead of me helping him, in turn he helped me. He helped me put together my very first album, with original beats and quality sound. That's when I knew that this was what I wanted to do: make real music.
