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The Rise of A Drill Rapper
दृश्य:this is in london england a uk drill story about uk drill and fame and music industry and my name is mohamed abdi i am 18 years old i have dark skin and black long dreadlocks hair 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 became best friends with a established famous rich light skin asian chinese british man his name is Oakley Neil Caesar-Su and his rapper name is Central Cee he is a british chinese famous rich uk drill rapper and he has light skin and he has tattoos on his arms and chest and abdomen and legs and back and neck and he has black eyes and black hair and he is 21 years old
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Mohamed Abdi
passionate, and rebellious. Mohamed navigates the UK drill scene, seeking fame and recognition. He befriends Central Cee, a famous rapper, and learns from him. His lyrics reflect his experiences with violence, women, and drugs. Despite his tough exterior, he struggles with family expectations and personal demons. Mohamed's journey intertwines with Central Cee's as they navigate the music industry and their complex friendship.
Aisha Abdi
caring, and naive about the harsh realities of life outside their home. Aisha looks up to Mohamed as a role model despite his involvement in the UK drill scene. Her presence serves as a reminder of Mohamed's responsibilities towards his family while he pursues his rap career.
Lily Chen
supportive, and ambitious. Lily maintains a close relationship with Oakley despite his fame's challenges. She encourages Mohamed to pursue his dreams while navigating her own career aspirations alongside her relationship with Oakley. Lily becomes a source of comfort for Mohamed during difficult times, offering emotional support as he navigates the complexities of fame.
Hello, my name is Mohamed Abdi.
I am 18 years old.
I have dark skin, black long dreadlocks hair, and tattoos all over my body.
I am a new uk drill rapper from London, England, UK.
I sit in my bedroom, surrounded by dirty clothes, empty food containers, and stacks of CDs.
I am sitting in my bedroom, which is small and cluttered with clothes and shoes.
Oakley and I sit in the studio, watching as Young Chengs uploads "Good Life" to Spotify.
I sit in the studio with Oakley, watching as Young Chengs finalizes the "Good Life" music video.
We upload it to YouTube and wait for the view count to rise.
My laptop is open on my desk, and I am staring at the screen.
We add it as track 18 on Oakley's album "Can't Rush Greatness."
I'm refreshing my YouTube channel over and over again.
Finally, the music video for "Blackout" is uploaded.
The numbers on Spotify keep going up and up—4 million streams for "Blackout."
I refresh the page over and over again, tracking the numbers.
I watch as the view count goes up and up: 1 million, 2 million, 3 million.
It starts slow, but within hours, it hits 1 million views.
My phone buzzes.
Oakley and I exchange excited glances as the numbers climb higher and higher.
We call Aisha and Lily to share the news, their cheers echoing through the phone.
It's a message from Central Cee.
"Congrats on the video and song. Been a fan of your stuff for a while."
By evening, the video reaches 10 million views.
I stare at the screen, surprised and excited.
Oakley and I celebrate with whiskey and weed, watching the count rise to 20 million.
Oakley and I are now close friends.
We decide to celebrate our success by visiting Central Cee's mansion.
I sit in the passenger seat of Central Cee's black Range Rover as he drives us through the streets of London.
We discuss our next moves in the music industry, Oakley sharing his plans for a new album.
As we approach Central Cee's mansion, I'm struck by its grandeur and luxury.
The building towers above us, its sleek design and modern architecture a testament to the wealth and success of its owner.
We step inside, and I'm immediately struck by the opulence of our surroundings.
The interior is adorned with expensive artwork, designer furniture, and cutting-edge technology.
Every detail screams luxury and sophistication.
I follow Oakley as he leads me through the mansion, marveling at the sheer scale and grandeur of it all.
We eventually come to a stop in front of a large door, which Oakley opens with a flourish.
"Welcome to my entertainment room," he declares, gesturing for me to enter. The room is even more impressive than I had imagined.
The walls are lined with giant screens, each one displaying a different video game or movie.
There are comfortable couches scattered throughout the space, perfect for relaxing while enjoying your favorite form of entertainment.
In the center of the room is a large pool table, surrounded by several other gaming stations.
I can't believe my eyes - this is truly a gamer's paradise.
Oakley and I spend the rest of the evening playing video games and watching movies.
We take breaks every now and then to check on the view count of our music video, which continues to rise at an incredible rate.
As the night wears on, I find myself growing more and more tired.
Oakley notices my fatigue and suggests that we call it a night.
I agree, knowing that I need to get some rest if I'm going to be able to keep up with him tomorrow.
As we make our way back through the mansion, Oakley stops in front of a large window that looks out over London.
He stares out at the cityscape for a moment before turning to me with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know what would be fun?" he asks, his voice full of excitement.
"What?"
I reply, curious about what he has in mind.
"We should go on an adventure," he declares, his eyes shining with anticipation.
"An adventure? What kind of adventure?"
I ask, intrigued by his suggestion.
