A Story About Where I Come From
A story of my roots, and why I do what I do.
(Cuernavaca, Mexico.)
I was the first in my family to be born in the U.S.
But my story started long before that—across the border in the city of Cuernavaca, Mexico. This is where my parents started building a life the best way they knew how. Brick by brick. Day by day. All while dreaming of something better.
They didn’t come here for luxury. They came for possibility.
Before I was born, my mom and dad packed up their lives in Mexico and made their way to the U.S. with my three older siblings. No status. No English. No savings. Just heart.
They crossed into a country that didn’t welcome them with open arms—but that never stopped them from showing up, working hard, and creating a life out of almost nothing.
They weren’t chasing the American Dream. They were building it.
By the time I was born, the youngest of four, I had something my siblings didn’t: papers. A birth certificate stamped with U.S. soil. To the world, that made me different. To my family, it didn’t mean much—we all came from the same struggle, spoke the same Spanglish, and had the same shared dream of “making it.”
Growing up, I always carried that with me. The weight of being “the one with privilege” and the responsibility that came with it. Not in a way that made me feel guilty—but in a way that made me hungry. Determined. Grateful.
That’s where SPRDOPE came from.
It started with them.
With two people who gave up comfort for a chance at something better.
Every design I drop, every product I put out—it’s all rooted in that.
I’m not just repping San Diego. I’m repping my parents. My siblings. My cultura. The sacrifices that built this foundation.
So if you ever wonder why I go so hard, why I care so much, or why this brand feels different—it’s because it is.
I’m not just trying to succeed. I’m trying to honor a story.
And this is only the beginning.
Thank you, Mom and Dad.
Gracias, México. 🇲🇽❤️
