Ghetto Confessions - Tiki

She began writing down her stories, turning the raw, unfiltered truth into spoken word poetry and mentorship.

In the crowded landscape of modern hip-hop, where auto-tuned melodies often gloss over the cracks in the pavement, authenticity becomes a rare currency. Every few years, a track emerges from the underground that refuses to be polished. It doesn’t ask for permission to enter the mainstream; it kicks the door down. Ghetto Confessions - Tiki

“Tiki don’t save you, Tiki just watch / You either the flame or you ash on the block.” She began writing down her stories, turning the

Addition? That’s stacking what you got. Subtraction? That’s who got locked up or left behind. Multiplication? Expanding your corner. Division? Splitting a bag three ways when one man didn’t even show up to the lick. It doesn’t ask for permission to enter the