N R G (No Rear View Gang/4G)
West Side Chicago – Maypole & Austin
West Side Chicago – Maypole & Austin
Out of the concrete jungles of Chicago's West Side, where sirens sing more often than birds, rises a clique not just bonded by loyalty, but by hustle. Known on the streets as NRG/4G, they’re not a gang—but a new breed of outlaw youth. Fast cars, fast money, and fast fame. They live in the shadows of the system, driven by trauma, loyalty, and ambition.
4G/NRG Crew members
NRG Zmoney – More of a laid back chill type of guy, Known to have the best clientele due to his sales.
NRG Kwame – Loyal to the dirt, but dreams of more.
4G Heem Aka Heem got wheel. Known for making a Dodge spin and making 12 terminate pursuits.
NR Mir – The Oldest. A techie with a knack for unlocking cars with nothing but a ProPad and 60 seconds of silence.4G/NRG Crew members
NRG Zmoney – More of a laid back chill type of guy, Known to have the best clientele due to his sales.
NRG Kwame – Loyal to the dirt, but dreams of more.
4G Heem Aka Heem got wheel. Known for making a Dodge spin and making 12 terminate pursuits.
Beginnings on Maypole
It starts small—kitting Kias and Hellcats on 32nd & Maypole. Just a few kids trying to outpace poverty. Armed with ProPads and burner phones, they hit side streets and suburbs, boosting rides, flipping them across the city line, and funneling them to Milwaukee and St. Louis.
In the background, they push small bags of weed, a little coke, and slowly gain trust with mid-level dealers. Firearms are basic - Glock 43x-26s, Taurus G2s, a beat-up .38. But that's enough to earn stripes in a city where trust is a luxury.
Pyron’s Fall
Then comes 4G Byron the heart of the group. Until tragedy strikes. Pyron’s baby sister overdoses on a fake perc. Pyron finds out it was his cousin who sold it. An argument turns violent. Pyron ends up dead in his own home, shot in front of his younger sister.
That loss changes everything.
NR Dayski, aka Davante Jenkins, retaliates two weeks later. Shoots the cousin of the man responsible. Cops catch him on surveillance two blocks over. He’s arrested for murder.
Now they’re not just kids stealing cars—they’re a movement with blood on their hands.
Rise of the Brand
4G sees the bigger picture. With Pyron gone and Dayski booked It's time to pivot. He dives into rap, fueled by grief and ambition. Lyrics tell their truth: high-speed getaways, trap house deals, funerals too close to home. The videos blow up—dripped out in stolen SRTs, icy chains, switch-equipped Glocks, and designers they can’t pronounce. The streets are watching. So is the industry. Connections grow. Their routes expand. Chicago to St. Louis. Coke in duffels. Weed in engine bays. Quiet deals in gas station lots. But attention brings heat. Feds start circling. Locals start hating. And rivals start plotting.It starts small—kitting Kias and Hellcats on 32nd & Maypole. Just a few kids trying to outpace poverty. Armed with ProPads and burner phones, they hit side streets and suburbs, boosting rides, flipping them across the city line, and funneling them to Milwaukee and St. Louis.
In the background, they push small bags of weed, a little coke, and slowly gain trust with mid-level dealers. Firearms are basic - Glock 43x-26s, Taurus G2s, a beat-up .38. But that's enough to earn stripes in a city where trust is a luxury.
Pyron’s Fall
Then comes 4G Byron the heart of the group. Until tragedy strikes. Pyron’s baby sister overdoses on a fake perc. Pyron finds out it was his cousin who sold it. An argument turns violent. Pyron ends up dead in his own home, shot in front of his younger sister.
That loss changes everything.
NR Dayski, aka Davante Jenkins, retaliates two weeks later. Shoots the cousin of the man responsible. Cops catch him on surveillance two blocks over. He’s arrested for murder.
Now they’re not just kids stealing cars—they’re a movement with blood on their hands.
Rise of the Brand
As 4G/NRG’s name rings out, the pressure builds. Some fall to money, others to paranoia. Shootouts are rare—but when they happen, they’re messy. Despite it all, NRG/4G keeps stacking their bread looking for a way out t—but the streets won’t let go so easily.
They’re not just a clique. They’re a symbol now. Kids who grew up on struggle, born into systems meant to break them, turning every stolen moment into a statement.
From there the story would continue, continuing their storyline.
They’re not just a clique. They’re a symbol now. Kids who grew up on struggle, born into systems meant to break them, turning every stolen moment into a statement.
From there the story would continue, continuing their storyline.
