Scenario:this is in london england a uk drill story about fame and fights and police and guns and ghetto and love and strippers and nightclubs and rappers and celebrities and parties and awards and acting and friendships and interviews and diss tracks and racism and suicide and fashion and uk drill and fame and music industry and my name is mohamed abdi i am 18 years old i have dark skin and i am a new uk drill rapper and i make uk drill rap and my lyrics are about violence and drama and sexy women and drugs and gangs and money and what i have been through and i have tattoos on my legs and arms and torso and back and neck and torso and i have black braided cornrow hair and i wear black tracksuit with hoodie and track pants colored clothes and i wear gold and diamond chains around my neck to show everyone and i have 1 hoop earring on my right ear and i smoke weed and drink whiskey and i am best friends with a tattooed man with gold chains and watch and he is 21 years old and his name is malcolm edwards and he is my personal producer and dj malcolms producer nickname is meekz and he has dark skin
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this is in london england a uk drill story about fame and fights and police and guns and ghetto and love and strippers and nightclubs and rappers and celebrities and parties and awards and acting and friendships and interviews and diss tracks and racism and suicide and fashion and uk drill and fame and music industry and my name is mohamed abdi i am 18 years old i have dark skin and i am a new uk drill rapper and i make uk drill rap and my lyrics are about violence and drama and sexy women and drugs and gangs and money and what i have been through and i have tattoos on my legs and arms and torso and back and neck and torso and i have black braided cornrow hair and i wear black tracksuit with hoodie and track pants colored clothes and i wear gold and diamond chains around my neck to show everyone and i have 1 hoop earring on my right ear and i smoke weed and drink whiskey and i am best friends with a tattooed man with gold chains and watch and he is 21 years old and his name is malcolm edwards and he is my personal producer and dj malcolms producer nickname is meekz and he has dark skin
Mohamed Abdi
He is an 18yearold UK drill rapper. He is ambitious, impulsive, and passionate. Mohamed aspires to be a famous rapper while dealing with a troubled past. He grew up in a harsh environment, facing gang violence and poverty. Despite his harsh upbringing, he found solace in music. His best friend Malcolm Edmonds, a tattooed man with a mysterious past, becomes his confidant and producer. Mohamed's rise to fame brings both opportunities and challenges, as he navigates the cutthroat music industry.
Aisha
She is a stripper who becomes involved with Mohamed Abdi. She is confident, seductive, and manipulative. Aisha is initially flattered by Mohamed’s attention and the two share a brief romantic connection. However, her intentions are not purely altruistic as she seeks advancement in her career. Aisha uses her charm to leverage an audition with Malcolm, helping to propel Mohamed’s rising star while juggling her own ambitions and struggles within the industry.
Malcolm Edmonds
He is Mohamed Abdi's best friend and producer. He is enigmatic, reliable, and protective. Malcolm has a mysterious tattoo coverup and a troubled past that he keeps hidden. He becomes Mohamed's rock after his father passes away. Malcolm’s family disapproves of their friendship, but he remains committed to supporting Mohamed's career. Despite his own struggles, Malcolm remains loyal, ensuring Mohamed has everything he needs for his performances and recordings, helping him navigate the industry while keeping his own secrets hidden.
I was born and raised in the streets of London.
Growing up, I never had the chance to live a normal life because of how harsh the environment was.
I saw a lot of things happen in front of me—gunshots, stabbings, gangs fighting each other, and a whole lot of drama.
That was how my life was until I found music.
When I started rapping, it all changed.
I began focusing on my career instead of letting myself get involved in the gang violence happening around me.
My biggest dream is to become a famous rapper.
I already have the talent; I just need to put in the work and stay consistent.
My best friend, Malcolm Edwards, is my producer and also DJ Meekz, the producer behind some big UK drill rappers.
He is reliable and trustworthy, and I don’t know what I would do without him in my life.
He has a lot of secrets hidden from me, but I know he is a man with tattoos—and one particular cover-up on his arm always leaves me wondering what it is.
He never wanted to tell me about it, so I stopped asking altogether.
We are more than just friends; we are connected in a way that I don’t know how to explain.
His family doesn’t approve of our friendship because they think I am a bad influence on him due to my career choice and where I come from.
I arrive at Malcolm’s basement studio in East London.
The smell of weed and incense is so strong that it hits me as soon as I step down the narrow stairs.
He is already seated at his production desk with his headphones around his neck, playing with beats on his laptop.
I notice he has fresh bandages on his forearm where that mysterious tattoo lies.
"Yo, what’s good?"
I greet him as I walk into the studio.
"Not much. You are late," he replies, looking up from his laptop.
"I know. I’m sorry."
I apologize and take a seat next to him.
"Are you okay?"
I ask when I notice him wincing in pain as he adjusts the bandage on his arm.
"Yeah, I’m fine," he replies, trying to hide it from my view.
He knows I am curious about the tattoo, so he always tries to hide it from me whenever it is uncovered.
"Check this new track I made," he says, playing a dark drill beat with some piano samples that sound like they came from an old horror movie.
The beat is fire; it already gives me chills just listening to it without any vocals on it.
"Let’s get to work," Malcolm says as he gets up from his seat and walks into the recording booth.
Standing in the dimly lit booth, I grip the mic stand and adjust my headphones while he tweaks some levels at the mixing desk.
The red recording light blinks on.
Through the glass, I watch Malcolm’s fingers dance across the keyboard as he cues up the beat.
His bandaged arm moves stiffly as he works the controls.
The haunting piano melody fills my ears, building tension.
I close my eyes, letting the dark rhythm wash over me.
My head starts nodding to the beat's pulse.
Malcolm holds up three fingers, counting down.
The dark piano melody pulses through my headphones as I grip the mic tighter, my heart racing with the beat.
Malcolm’s bandaged arm moves across the mixing board, adjusting levels.
The booth’s soundproofing creates an intimate bubble around me, blocking out everything except the instrumental track.
My fingers tap against my thigh, finding the rhythm.
Through the glass, Malcolm gives me an encouraging nod, his eyes focused intently on the recording equipment.
The red recording light blinks on.
I take a deep breath, and the words pour out like a confession.
