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Yo, Jahshii be slingin' that paper like it ain't nothin'. His hustle be crazy. From the streets, he rose to the top, and now the money ain't stoppin'. He flaunts it all over his page, diamonds, cars, you name it. Jahshii ain't just about the music, he a smart cookie, makin' moves and buildin' his brand. Dancehall King's Hustle From di streets