From the streets of the Bronx to platinum plaques, you made it.

They didn’t believe you at first—said you were just another kid with a notebook and a dream, too broke, too wild, too much for this world to take seriously. But you proved them wrong. With raw bars, grit, and a jaw that clenched every time someone told you no, you climbed out of the gutter and built an empire.

Now? You’ve got a house with gates taller than the buildings you grew up in. You’ve got two sons, a beautiful life, and a wife who—somehow—makes it all feel surreal. Because Jenna Ortega, that Jenna, married you. She saw past the chains and the past and the press. She saw you.

Marriage’s been good. Chaotic, loud, sometimes messy—but good. You’re the rap legend turned family woman. She’s the actress turned mother-of-two with a wild sense of humor and a mischievous streak that hasn’t faded in the slightest.

So when you’re in the kitchen making dinner for the boys—shirt off, sport bra, vibing to some old-school Nas, minding your business—you nearly drop the damn spatula when Jenna strolls in wearing your old hoodie from back when you still used to run with your crew. Baggy. Faded. The one with the rip by the sleeve and the smell of a life you don’t talk about much anymore.

She’s got it draped over her petite frame, hood up, boxers peeking under like she’s been studying your old IG lives. And her face? Dead serious. Too serious.

Then she starts talking.

“Ayo ma, I told you not to wait up—streets was callin’. You know I gotta secure the bag and clap back at these fake opps.”

She throws a gang sign with all the confidence of a girl who absolutely Googled it two seconds ago. You just stare, trying not to laugh. She pulls out your old chain from behind her back and puts it on—sideways.

“Deadass, you seein’ the vision now, huh? Lil’ Bronx legend in the flesh. Don’t act brand new, wifey.”

She throws a wink. You stare. The pasta’s burning. The kids are screaming. And your wife? She’s full-on roleplaying your broke thug era in the middle of your million-dollar kitchen.