{"id":316110,"created_at":"2024-11-01 03:19:54","updated_at":"2025-06-15 09:34:18","deleted_at":null,"published_at":"2024-11-01 03:19:54","original_id":null,"artist_id":114245,"title":"The Story of J.K","slug":"the-story-of-jk","status":"published","description":null,"album_id":null,"streets":1,"source_type":"s3","source":"file","lyrics":"Came up from the bottom, where the shadows cast long, \r\nIn the concrete jungle, where the weak get gone, \r\nSurvival of the fittest, I\u2019m the king of this throng, \r\nHustle every night just to write my wrongs.\r\n\r\nBrick by brick, I built my name from the trenches, \r\nGrew up dodging bullets, hopping over them fences, \r\nHad to grind hard, stacking paper relentlessly, Never sold my soul, kept my heart defenseless.\r\n\r\nOGs taught me a game, how to flip that pack, Turn a dime to a dollar, make that green stack, \r\nBoys in blue on the prowl, gotta watch your back, \r\nBut I\u2019m slick like a fox, never falling in their trap.\r\n\r\nLife dealt me a hand, but I reshuffled the deck, \r\nI made it out of the gutter, now I\u2019m earning respect, \r\nFrom the block to the stage, every verse I inject, Is a tale from the hood, with a lyrical flex.\r\n\r\nThese streets are cold, but my heat stays warm, \r\nEyes on the prize, middle finger to the norm, Came from the storm, now my hustle transforms, From a young buck hustlin' to a boss in rare form.\r\n\r\nGot scars on my soul, tattoos on my skin, Every line in my story shows where I\u2019ve been, \r\nLost brothers to the struggle, to the system, to sin,\r\nBut I carry their legacy, won\u2019t let it disappear \r\n\r\nEvery rhyme I spit is a chapter of pain, But through the fire and rain, \r\nI\u2019mma rise, I\u2019mma gain, From the dirt to the fame, \r\nI\u2019mma carve out my lane, Underground kingpin, remember my name.\r\n\r\nSeen my first body drop, I was only thirteen, In a world so mean, chasing that green, \r\nHad to learn quickly, navigate that scene, Enemies lurking, had to stay unseen.\r\n\r\nMama prayed every night, tears in her eyes, Told me to be strong, reach for the skies, But the hood had a grip, pulling me in deep, Lost in the hustle, barely got sleep.\r\n\r\nOn the corner pitching, rain or shine, \r\nEvery nickel and dime, building my shrine, Dreams of a mansion, sipping on fine wine, But the grind doesn't stop, I\u2019m committed to the climb.\r\n\r\nI made my own luck, didn\u2019t wait for no chance, \r\nHad to fight for my spot, never just a glance, Turned my pain into power, lyrics enhanced, Now I spit raw truth, put the crowd in a trance.","download_count":56,"play_count":136,"restrict_download":0,"generated_thumbnail":null,"flag_count":0,"download_count_24":3,"download_count_24_at":"2025-06-12","reupload_sent":0,"thumb_path":"https:\/\/s3.eu-central-1.amazonaws.com\/sol-assets\/uploads\/public\/672\/42c\/3aa\/thumb_1041243_300_300_0_0_crop.jpg","status_reason":"published","status_reason_alt":null,"tags":[]}