FROM THE BLOCK.
TO THE BULLION.
They said a black cat crossing your path was bad luck. Then GAT pulled up with a mouth full of gold and changed the whole story.
No pedigree. No silver spoon. Just nine lives, a midnight hustle, and an unhealthy obsession with everything that shines.
Gold teeth. Gold chains. Gold bars in the back of a gold Lambo. If it isn’t gold, GAT isn’t interested.
MENACE








