The name's Gabriel Andres. I go by Progress.
16 years old.
If you think my age matters, you're dumber than I thought you were.
You ain't gotta talk ghetto to rap.
And you ain't got to be black.
I ain't ever pretended to be what I'm not.
I know my gift is more than a hobby.
More than a passion.
It's life.
My style is completely different than anything you've ever heard.
I flow with more than a first grade vocabulary. haha.
I'm blunt as fuck and I'ma tell you what I think whether you want to hear it or not.
I hate secularism and I ain't a misogynist.
You won't ever catch me talking about money, cars, and hoes.
I don't need to rap about bustin' nines and gettin' high.
It's elementary.
it's like, how can you demonstrate a uniqueness in your skills when you're over there talking about the same god damn things as everybody else in the world?
Fake ass wannabe thugs.
you ain't a reala. you pretendin'. get the fuck off my page nigga.
