Tras3 ( DeLand Outlaw Is Out In These Streets )

“Artist Biography "Let me start off by introducing myself, I Go By The Name Tras3. I was born in Bayamon, Puerto Rico, But I Now Reside In Orange City Florida. I left my home country and moved to Florida at the age of four. I grew up in a single parent home, so my mom was all I had. As I was growing up I listened to many artists like Tupac, Biggie, lil Wayne, just to list a few of the many. I have always been into music, however it wasn’t until I got older that I realized music was my passion. So when I turned twelve I started to get more and more serious about the music game. In Middle School I Was In The School Band, In 6th Grade I Played The Trumpet, And In 7th Grade I Played The Snare Drum. One afternoon after school I was waiting for my mom to come pick me up, and I just started spitting and by the time I knew it I had a group of people around me and I just kept flowin. From that point on every afternoon I did the same thing until one day a campus adviser came up to me and said " Do you record your music at a studio"? I said "no". That’s when she told me “That she believed in me and thought that I had potential and that she thought I should start going to a studio". After that day I thought about it so I went to wal-mart, and bought me a $10.00 computer microphone, and then I went to a music store and bought recording software for my computer. I started to spit a couple things, it wasn’t the best but it was sounding alright but I knew I would eventually get better. After awhile people started to bring me down I would get people telling me that my music sucked so I let my music go. When I was fifteen I started high school, and they had this group of kids who would freestyle at lunch. So one day I jumped in before I knew it everyone was telling me how good I was and that they thought I should pick music up again. So once again I started to write down lyrics and recording. I had such a passion for it this time that I was destined to make it work for me. I spent countless hours writing down music. However since I had no producer I wasn’t ever going to be able to do it by my self, well I recorded on instrumentals but I wanted original beats. One day my sister brought over her boyfriend, we started talking and he told me he was a producer from Orlando Florida. He asked me why I wasn’t doing my thing anymore with the music I told him how everyone would always put me down and talk about how bad my music was. He explained to me how he had went through the same thing that how no matter what people say or do you should never give up your dream, because these people are not in charge of your future. After we got finished talking he said he wanted to come back so that we could make a banga. So I went and bought a good quality microphone, and digi 003 rack that also brought protools. When I heard the results of the song That We Made, It Made me realize I was done with caring what people think that I was going to do what I had to do and forget the rest. So as time went on I continued on getting better and better. When one day a homie of mine from Trinidad and Tobago hit me up and said that he had been hearing my music and that people were feeling my music, and that he wanted to start a group and he wanted me to represent it, so I told him that I was down for whatever. The group name he decided to use is Shottaville Entertainment. So as time went on I kept doing my thang, and posting my music on myspace, and until this day I continue to push my music on myspace and to the streets. As Of Now I Am Currently In A Group Called " The Hit Makerz ". I Have Been In The Group For About A Year Now. I Like To Thanks To My Mom For Making It Happen And Being There For Me All This Time, My Ride Or Die Chick, My Sister, My LiL Brother, Imann ( My Producer), RDG, Mic, Karl, Big Boss, And To Everybody That Supports Ya Boi Tras3. But No matter what happens I plan on pushing my music until I get that one phone call that will change the game for me, and till The Day I R.I.P. And Always Remember The Motto You Either Grind Or Get Left Behind.Tras3