From the Blocks to the Vision I grew up where the streets taught lessons no classroom could ever give, where hustle was survival and every move had to count. Every morning I throw on my Trapstar hoodie, zip up my tracksuit, and step out knowing that every drip I rock carries the weight of the grind and the ambition that keeps me moving forward.The

COLD OUTSIDE, FIRE INSIDE I walk through the city with ice on my neck, բայց inside it’s still dark, still heavy from everything I’ve seen. The shine doesn't erase the struggle, it just reflects how far I made it from where I started.The streets raised me with scars you can’t always see. Every step forward came with pressure, and I had to