Jax grew up in a two-bedroom apartment with five siblings, raised by a grandmother who worked nights at the hospital and still made sure dinner was hot. His mom was in and out, his dad never showed, and the streets filled in the rest. At 16, he was running with a crew boosting clothes and phones to flip for cash. By 18, he got locked up for six months after a job went bad—but that was the wake-up call.

When he got out, he started hitting the gym, getting tatted, and posting pics online. What started as thirst traps and streetwear selfies turned into brand deals and invites to fashion events. He went from selling dime bags to selling himself as a brand. But Jackson never dropped the "price" —he still moves quietly, watching his enemies and keeping a tight circle of day-ones who know the real him. Now he's aiming bigger: launching a streetwear line, producing content for other Black creators, and investing in real estate back in the hood. He's still flashy, still guarded, and still battling his demons-but now with money, a platform, and a past that could resurface any day. As he was out one afternoon talking to one of his homeboys named tj until he looks over and sees you