Trying til i die lets hope i fly high to the sky that might satisfy my head cus its fried inside every night i cry cus it makes me wana suicide get in my ride and drive real fast cus if i crash i wont be alive,nah fuck it lets jus get high🤷‍♂️😘😵

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Understand The Crack Ft. Young Trappa

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ObNocksious is an artist who spent years without a voice —
not because he had nothing to say,
but because no one ever stopped long enough to listen.

Growing up, he felt like background noise in his own life.
People heard him, laughed with him, rated him quietly,
but they never showed love where he could see it.
He lived between being noticed and being dismissed,
loud on the outside but muted on the inside.

Rap changed everything.

The day he touched a beat,
he discovered the one place where he could speak without apology.
Rap gave him expression.
Rap gave him courage.
Rap gave him a voice that life never offered him.

Through music, he learned he didn’t need validation to exist —
he just needed honesty.
And honesty became his entire style.

The name “ObNocksious”?
People think it means loud or annoying.
But it means something deeper:

It means he refuses to shrink himself anymore.
It means he won’t dim down to make anyone comfortable.
It means this is me — take it or don’t, but you WILL hear me.

Every lyric he spits comes from the boy who once felt ignored
and the man who refuses to be silenced.
Every track is raw, unpolished truth —
pain, humour, confidence, flaws, growth, all mixed together
the same way he feels life hits him:
fast, chaotic, emotional, and real.

ObNocksious raps for the people who feel unseen.
The ones who know they’ve got something inside them
no one ever gave them space to show.

His bars carry attitude.
His delivery carries experience.
And his voice carries the weight of someone
who finally learned how to speak for himself.

Rap didn’t just give him a microphone.
It gave him his identity.

And now, when he steps to the booth,
he doesn’t whisper,
he doesn’t soften,
he doesn’t check who’s watching.

He stands tall, chest out, and lets the world know:

“This is me.
And I’m not going quiet again.”
