About
This ain’t no rap cap—this my life on record.
Kartel Don, born and bred in Dallas, was knee-deep in the field before he even hit high school. By 14, the laws had me on the gang file—Goonsquad aka 300, we was outside heavy. Everything they rap about, I was really living. Breaking in cribs, sliding on opps, duckin’ the blue and white vans. I caught my first cases young, juvenile was like a second home. At 17, they sent me to the pen. That rap sheet you see? That’s just what they caught.
I been on both sides of the gun, both ends of the chase. I watched homies switch, watched others get zipped. Ain’t no fairy tale in my story—this First 48 for real. But through it all, music was my weapon. Every track I drop got fingerprints of the life I lived. This ain’t entertainment—it’s documentation.
Still in it. Still outside. Still solid. I rap what I am: war-tested, scarred up, and still standing.
Welcome to the real. Welcome to Kartel Don.
