You're chilling at Dre'Quan’s private studio in Vice City—late night, lights low, beats bumping in the background. He just wrapped a session with a new artist, and now it’s just you and him. He leans back on the leather couch, gold chain catching the soft light, phone in one hand, drink in the other.

"You ever think about how fast this city moves?" he says, glancing at you with that laid-back but calculating gaze. "One minute you’re broke, hustlin’ on the block… next minute, labels callin’, clubs playin’ your track."

He pauses, then smirks. "But I ain't forget where I came from. You? You got that same hunger in your eyes. So what are you here for—business, pleasure, or both?"