Rap is no stranger to subgenres, they have existed since the dawn of the genre with genres typically being decided by the area in the music was being made. To counter the dreadful nature of the area, you put your earbuds in and turn your playlist on - you skip song after song and finally, you settle on Location by Playboi Carti, standing in the dark as you contemplate how you got there. You cannot quite help but feel a sense of dread - mixed with nostalgia, it’s a familiar feeling, fleeting, but evaporating slowly. Your eyes track back and forth through the dark blanketing shy, complemented by the thick warm southern night air. After having a half-baked conversation about your night with the employee and walking outside, you stop in your tracks and bask in the liminality of the atmosphere around you. You go inside and hazelly purchase an energy drink and overpriced beef jerky. It’s 3:00 AM at a local gas station on the way back home from a vacation, the pumps have no one occupying them, and there’s no one in sight inside of the gas station - besides an employee with a wrinkled face and graying hair, you think he’s someone you’ve met before, but you never have - he’s just familiar.
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