Where It All Began I came from the gutter, where dreams felt distant and survival was the only thing on my mind. Walking through cold nights in a worn hoodie, I carried more pressure than people could see, but I never let it break me.Every corner had a lesson, every setback had a purpose I didn’t fully understand yet. That’s where the Trapst

Started Low, Aimed High I came from days where stacking anything felt impossible, where pockets were light but my ambition stayed heavy. The streets didn’t teach me comfort, they taught me hunger, and that hunger never let me settle.Every خطوة I took was about leveling up, even when progress felt slow and unnoticed. I knew one day the grin

Born into the Grind I came up where the hustle wasn’t a choice, it was survival, where every move had to mean something or you’d get left behind. The streets raised me under pressure, teaching me that if I wanted success, I had to chase it harder than anything chasing me.I kept my hoodie up and my mind locked in, blocking out distractions wh