SELFMADE / GRIEZMANN

From the first note, there is a thick smell of asphalt mixed with expensive champagne from a glass. There is no romance in pink clouds here, only straightforward truth: money is more important than empty promises, the street teaches better than any teacher, and respect is earned by deeds, not words.

The track sounds like an evening in a neighbourhood where everyone knows the price of risk. Between the lines is a heavy beat, the smell of gunpowder and a metallic taste of stubbornness. And yet, beneath the bravado, something else can be heard: fatigue from the endless race, the desire to break free, to prove that this is not just noise from the block, but a voice that can no longer be silenced.