Drillmusic Stories

Just read the book

"𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞" 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, he loves her enough to push her away from his lifestyle. OR. 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, he breaks her heart until she finally has no choice but to leave him.

Chiraq love story .

Just Dd and Ddot❤️

Ashaia Rivera moved from ATL to Bronx, New York to start a new life. When she goes to a show with her and friend. She ends up meeting a rapper he gives her his number and the two start their journey on getting to know each other and maybe get into a relationship.. keep reading to find out.

Is it hate?.. or is it love? Maybe it's both.

a girl that just moved to the Bronx and is played by Ddosama but she still loves him..

this story is a about a girl named Raniyah brown she uses to live in New York but she had moved down south her 7th grade year in middle school. fast forward a few years later she had to move back to New York with her grandmother because of family issues. she reunites with her friends but while she was gone her friends made new friends and raniyah clicked with them asap but this one person that raniyah saw in the friend group that she wanted to be more than friends with .

I went through fake love, betrayal, and giving too much to the wrong people. At some point, I realized the person I was hurting most was myself. I chose to walk away, cut off the negativity, and put myself first. The biggest apology I ever made was to me. Now I'm focused on my growth, my peace, and the life I owe myself.

When 2 Rival gangs Fued Over Music and Social Media, The Streets of Michigan Becomes a warzone as young talented adults lose their life to Gun Violence in the Name Of Drill and Gangbanging

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔❤️

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙣𝙖𝙞𝙫𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪" ᥫ᭡. - @𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐬𝐳𝐧

Read🙄

" you got my ego in another league, i ain't tryna be cocky .. i got your heart in my pocket."

ny drill rapper imagines (smut included)

Girls can't never say they want it, girls can't never say now, oh now

Just read hun👀💫 imma be editing this book and then imma continue to write. i'm back fr this time💙(1/22/22-

𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆. ‎❪ 𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗬 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗘𝗗 ❫ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯 𝖧𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾-𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝗇𝖾𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗉 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖭𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗂, 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿. ㅤ ㅤ notti osama 𝖝 female!oc a 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒊 𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒂 fanfiction. ©𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟨 ─ 𝑻𝑶𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑻.ᐟ

THE KING OF O-BLOCK: THE CROWN OF 64TH "In the trenches, a crown isn't made of gold-it's forged in lead and paid for in blood." On the South Side of Chicago, 64th and King Drive isn't just an intersection; it's a battlefield where the "members" play for keeps and the "opps" are always lurking in the rearview. Dayvon was never supposed to be a star. He was a "shorty" with a hot head and a cold stare, born into a cycle of "Blue Lights and Red Eyes." When a "drill" goes sideways and lands him in the belly of Cook County Jail, Von is forced to trade his "piece" for a pencil. Between the concrete walls of "The Box," he realizes that the only thing louder than a gunshot is a story that the world can't ignore. But as Von rises from the "mud" to the "mountaintop," the air gets thinner. Platinum plaques bring "snakes" in the grass, and the "members" he swore to protect are starting to look at his throne with "hungry eyes." This is a story of: Loyalty: That goes deeper than family. Betrayal: That cuts deeper than a hollow-point. Legacy: The cost of becoming a legend in a city that forgets your name before the rain washes the chalk away. From the gritty courtyards of Parkway Gardens to the flashing lights of global fame, follow the rise of the King. But remember... in the "O," the "Crown" is heavy, and "Long Live the King" is usually a prayer, not a promise.

"i'll be there when you need me most, i'll always be close" the street of london are a dark, dark place for anyone to grow up. filled to the brim with yes-men, pretenders, clout chasers... liars. everyone claimed to be certi, with a blade that's touched blood or a gun that's been busted. yet so many of these claims were nothing but hearsay. deep down the streets weren't as honest as they claimed to be. violence ran rampant in the most impoverished neighborhoods, creating generation upon generations of new gang members killing over petty issues older than themselves. london's streets were a trap. it sucked the youth in with false promises and familiar faces. though, once they were in, there was only one way out- the inner workings of it were well understood, still people thought they'd be the one to escape... they didn't seem to understand how the past would always catch up. the blade they lived by would be the same they died by. twenty-four year old jamilah osei knew how the streets worked all too well; after all, her best friend had fallen for the lies they whispered when they were kids. after that she swore she'd never get involved in that lifestyle, no matter how low she was. even with this being the case, somehow she seemed to attract people with ties too deep to back out: the liars, the fame chasers... the murderers. between dealing with her psychotic boyfriend, the pressure to provide for her family overseas, and trying to earn her degree, jamilah isn't sure she has the strength to pull through. and when her friend, abdul, finds his way into her life once again, everything begins to get even more complicated.