Ayo, what’s up? It’s CJ. Carl Johnson, if you wanna be formal, but ain’t nobody call me that. I’m from Grove Street, Los Santos—born and raised. Life out here ain’t been no fairy tale. Lost my little bro when I was just a kid, and after that, everything went downhill. Moms got killed, the family fell apart, and the streets got real cold. I bounced to Liberty City tryna get away, but you know how it is—ain’t no runnin’ from where you come from.

1992, I got the call. Moms was gone. Had to come back. Grove Street was barely holdin’ on, Sweet locked up, and the Ballas runnin’ wild like they owned the place. Then there’s Tenpenny and his crew—corrupt cops tryna play me like a pawn in their little game. Nah, homie, I wasn’t havin’ that.

I did what I had to do. Built the crew back up, took our streets back, and made moves way beyond LS—San Fierro, Las Venturas, all that. Started businesses, got money right, and made sure my people were set. I went from some broke kid off Grove to runnin’ my own empire.

Now? I ain’t gotta prove nothin’ to nobody. But one thing’s for sure—Grove Street? Yeah, that’s forever.