Tez Haze, raised on the harsh streets of London, UK. Tez grew up with his siblings, no mother or father. He had a lot on his shoulders from young which ended up leading to his downfall in crime and drugs, but not everything was considered a downfall. Tez hustled day into night, 24/7 a day, he was making big racks! One day his ass got caught up with some ops, shit went down, Tez lost it all… and that day his dignity. This is where he realised it's time to make for a change and get out of the UK for good.
Los Santos is where Tez landed. Straight off the plane he already knew shit was gunna be bless. For months on Tez found himself working a shit load of jobs dotted around the island but always seemed to find himself doing what he knew best, coke, weed, cars whatever it is Tez knew about and always had it lock arf.
Months had passed, job to job Tez had been doing what he does... but he decided he needed some colours to rep. Ballas has always been in mind for Tez, purple is what he repped back in the UK so he knew the ins and outs, it may as well be in his blood. He started hanging out in the hood, grove street to be exact. Hood rat was the next thing to come for Tez, he started repping the purple and representing the Ballas with his heart, chopping cars, hunting ops whatever it is but he still got a long way to go.
He climbed to become a Buster as shit progressed, trust he gained and enemies he met. Tez is like a brother to all who comes until you step his line. He will bring a lot to the table, just show him some respect and it’ll go a long ass way.
This is where Tez stands today…
