Scenario:this is in london england in the year of 2019 and 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 in the year of 2019 and 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 rose to fame quickly with his provocative songs and incendiary lyrics. He faced police harassment and a court order to remove his violent content online. Despite the challenges, he continued to produce music with his friend Malcolm, who became his producer and DJ. Mohamed struggled with the pressures of fame, family expectations, and personal demons, including a suicidal episode.
Aziz
He is a friend of Mohamed's from the estate. He is laidback, humorous, and supportive. Aziz occasionally accompanied Mohamed to events and parties, sharing in the excitement of their rising star status. Despite his carefree demeanor, Aziz was concerned when Mohamed's lifestyle became increasingly dangerous, urging him to be more cautious during a time when police were cracking down on young rappers.
Malcolm Edwards
He is a 21yearold producer and Malcolm's best friend and partner. He is reliable, talented, and cautious. Malcolm worked closely with Mohamed on creating UK drill music, designing Mohamed's album cover, and producing many of his tracks. He helped Mohamed navigate the music industry while maintaining their friendship. Malcolm was protective of Mohamed during a violent incident at a nightclub, where they were attacked by a group of men.
I was in my bedroom getting ready to go out.
I had my black tracksuit on with my hoodie and track pants, which were both colored black.
My trainers were all white and brand new.
I had my gold chains around my neck and my diamond chain, which sparkled like mad, and my hoop earring was on my right ear.
My watch was a gold Rolex, and I had my black baseball cap on my head with the brim facing backwards.
I looked in the mirror at myself and smiled, feeling happy with what I saw.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a weed spliff and lit it, taking a few drags before blowing out the smoke slowly.
I reached for the whiskey bottle and took a swig before putting it back down on my bedside table.
I walked over to my window and looked out at the night sky, seeing the stars twinkling above.
It was only 2019, and I was living my best life as an 18-year-old UK drill rapper; I had risen to fame quickly, making songs about violence, drama, sexy women, drugs, gangs, money, and what I had been through in life.
My music was online for everyone to listen to for free, but I was making good money from it through awards and shows that I performed at.
The police had been harassing me about the content of my music, saying that it was too violent and inciting other people to commit crimes.
I walk over to my desk where my laptop sits open, its screen glowing in the dim room.
My mouse hovers over the audio file of my newest track - the one Malcolm and I finished mixing yesterday after an intense 12-hour studio session.
I click play, then reach for the volume slider and drag it up.
The bass kicks in, making the empty water bottle on my desk vibrate.
I pace the small space between my bed and wardrobe, nodding along to the beat, mentally rehearsing each bar.
The track sounds different here than it did in the studio.
Cleaner.
Sharper.
I pause, realizing this is the sound that will change everything.
I replay the track one more time, letting the heavy bass fill my bedroom.
I check the sound levels on my gaming headset, then on my portable bluetooth speaker, and finally on my main system.
Each time I play it, I catch something new in Malcolm's production - the hi-hats cut sharper than our previous tracks, and the 808s hit deeper.
I pace around my room again, phone in hand, debating whether to release it now.
The whiskey gives me confidence.
I watch the clock tick past midnight.
My heart races thinking about how the fans will react.
The track is too good to sit on.
Just as I decide to drop it, my phone buzzes with a call from Malcolm.
"Yo, you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asks, his voice buzzing with excitement.
"Yeah man, this track's gonna blow up, but are we ready for what comes next?"
