Fans celebrate the rapper’s single Skooly.
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For years, what the world hears and sees has shaped Atlanta with influential rappers and clever series. But the boom is endangering what defines the city: black culture.
VOf the fifteen Uber drivers I had in Atlanta who told me what they did when they weren’t driving for Uber, four weren’t rappers. One of them, however, Gwendra, knew a rap star very well. A few years earlier, she had met TI, Atlanta’s hip-hop senior president. He had just been released from prison. Drug possession. Gwendra was his probation officer.
She stopped in front of the pizzeria I was going to with her Nissan and looked for TI’s email address on her iPhone. “Oh man, she really starts with ‘King’,” said Gwendra and dictated. “Ask him for an interview, he’ll be happy.” TI, a rapper with three Grammys and as many number one albums, is a “small, humble man”.