"INTRO": "Yo, brap\nAnd it's the J.A.G.G.A. right about now yeah\nJagga Bootz Media, chyea\nThis ain't no fiction, this is my fucking story yeah\nFrom the mud to the money, listen closely\nOkay then, yoooo",
"VERSE_1": "I'm gonna tell you something real about my beginning\nGrowing up in ends where the hope was thinning\nCouncil estate living, bare rats and damp\nSingle mum struggling, no electric, just lamp\nHand-me-down clothes and empty fridge\nLiving life right on the fucking edge\nBullied at school for my worn-out trainers\nComing home to bare dinner complainers\nBut something in me started burning deep\nWhile all the other kids were sleeping\nI was plotting how to change my fate\nBefore it was too fucking late\n\nJagga",
"VERSE_2": "I got about in my teens with bare anger\nWatching my mum struggle, feeling the danger
Of ending up another ghetto statistic
My future looking fucking sadistic
So I started moving different in the ends
Making connects, building my friends
From nothing to something, bare grind
Leaving my old life behind
Feds on my case from early days
But I was learning all their ways
How to move silent, how to duck and dive
How to keep my whole team alive
Holla me on burners for the meeting
Any move we make is street greeting",
"VERSE_3": "Then came the opps who tried to test us
Thinking we were weak, they tried to press us
Remember Malik getting jumped by five man
Left in hospital, that was the plan
But I don't forget and I don't forgive
That's not the way that I fucking live
So I gathered my brothers, laid out the score
This was street war, nothing more
We caught them slipping outside chicken shop
Made sure their whole operation drop
Eye for eye, tooth for tooth
That's the ghetto's ugly truth",
"VERSE_4": "Now we're block commanders, street partners
No more hungry nights or empty answers
From the kid with holes in his shoes
To the man with everything to lose
But I'll never forget where I came from
The struggle that built me, made me numb
To the pain and the fucking pressure
Now I'm the street's professor
Teaching young G's coming after
How to turn their pain to laughter
How to build from fucking nothing
How to make the opps start running",
"BRIDGE": "(Beat drops with emotional piano)\nFROM BROKEN WINDOWS TO TINTED WHIPS!\nFROM EMPTY POCKETS TO FULLY LIPS!\nFROM HUNGRY NIGHTS TO FEASTING DAYS!\nFROM OPP'S LAUGHTER TO THEIR AMAZED!\nTHE GHETTO MADE ME HARD AND COLD!\nNOW I'M REPAYING THE STORY TOLD!",
"VERSE_5": "So when you see me moving with my brothers
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